Knock Me Down with A Feather (Revised)

The winds may be strong

In the direction of my swan song

Blowing fresh upon my face

I feel a roar from grace

 

Crooked feathers do fly

Old feathers become dry

Angel’s wings soaring on the wind

Angel’s failing wings are left behind

 

After the breakages

There’s a wreckage

 

And I must restart the race again

For aching bones it’s a strain

Too many pieces down the drain

Every time I shower in the hard rain

 

I see the misty waves above old cascades

And a golden rainbow elopes downhill on roller blades

Where true words are found deep in the everglades

And I’m not afraid to call my dirty pitchfork a silver spade

 

“A big thank you to David Repath, for reminding me of this song by Bob Dylan, and for kindly supplying me with the lyrics, to this incredible song…. ”

 

 

Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020

Ever Grain Of Sand, Lyrics by Bob Dylan

In the time of my confession,

in the hour of my deepest need

When the pool of tears beneath my feet

floods every newborn seed

There’s a dying voice within me

reaching out somewhere

Toiling in the danger

and the morals of despair

Don’t have the inclination

to look back on any mistake

Like Cain, I now behold this chain

of events that I must break

In the fury of the moment

I can see the master’s hand

In every leaf that trembles,

in every grain of sand

Oh, the flowers of indulgence

and the weeds of yesteryear

Like criminals, they have choked the

breath of conscience and good cheer

The sun beams down upon the steps

of time to light the way

To ease the pain of idleness

and the memory of decay

I gaze into the doorway

of temptation’s angry flame

And every time I pass that way

I’ll always hear my name

Then onward in my journey

I come to understand

That every hair is numbered

like every grain of sand

I have gone from rags to riches

in the sorrow of the night

In the violence of a summer’s dream,

in the chill of a wintry light

In the bitter dance of loneliness

fading into space

In the broken mirror of innocence

on each forgotten face

I hear the ancient footsteps

like the motion of the sea

Sometimes I turn,

there’s someone there,

other times it’s only me

I am hanging in the balance

of the reality of man

Like every sparrow falling,

like every grain of sand

~ Bob Dylan