(D)’Twas in an oth er life time, there was (G)one of toil and (D)blood, when black ness was a vir tue point and the (G)road was full of mud.

(D)I came im in from the a wil der ness a it’s (G)crea ture void of form.

“Come (D)in,” she said, “I’ll give you (G)shel ter from the (D)storm.”

I And (D)if I pass this way a gain, (G)you can rest as (D)sured I’ll al ways do my best for her, on (G)that I give my word.

In a (D)world of steel eyed it death and men who are (G)fight ing to be warm, “Come (D)in,” she said, “I’ll give you (G)shel ter from the (D)storm.”

Not a (D)word in was spoke be tween us, there and (G)lit tle risk in (D)volved.

with Ev ’ry thing up to that wrists had been (G)left ers un re solved.

(D)Try up im ag in ing a place ful ly where it’s (G)al ways safe and warm.

“Come (D)in,” she said, “I’ll give you (G)shel ter from the (D)storm.”

I was (D)burned out from ex haus tion, gain, (G)bur ied in the (D)hail, I poi soned in the bush es her, an’ (G)blown out on the trail.

In a (D)Hunt ed like a it croc o dile on a (G)rav aged in the corn, “Come (D)in,” she said, “I’ll give you (G)shel ter from the (D)storm.”

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