Shelter From The Storm is one of my favourite Bob Dylan songs, it has a lot of personal meaning. If you click on the photo of Uncle Bob, you can read about my Bob Dylan based act of passive aggression, which also involved Shelter From The Storm. I have posted the lyrics below the photo, it is a fine example of his story-telling.
This is my 100th post so I felt it would be fitting to include Bob Dylan as he is a figure that always looms large in my imagination. I also feel he has been a big influence on me as a writer, he tries to tackle difficult or unpopular subjects and can be an outsider and I guess we all like to think we are coming at things from interesting angles. Thanks to Bob Dylan and thanks to all of you who have read my musings so far, it really is appreciated and gives me the desire to continue to share my creations with you.
I was in another lifetime one of toil and blood
I came in from the wilderness a creature void of form
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
And if I pass this way again you can rest assured
I’ll always do my best for her on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
Not a word was spoke between us there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved
Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
I was burned out from exhaustion buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes and blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile ravaged in the corn
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
Now there’s a wall between us something there’s been lost
I took too much for granted got my signals crossed
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much it’s doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker he blows a futile horn
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love
Do I understand your question man is it hopeless and forlorn
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
In a little hilltop village they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation and they gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
Well I’m living in a foreign country but I’m bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor’s edge someday I’ll make it mine
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
The World Outside the Window 
I too think SFTS is one of the best of the Dylan cannon.
Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount. I think we can all relate to that.
Mad love.
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Superb. There is such a great atmosphere to the song and the lyrics seem to speak to me. So many good lines but I have special love for “In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes I bargained for salvation an’ they gave me a lethal dose” I love the enunciation of “dose”
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