'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood // When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud // 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."
-- Bob Dylan, Shelter from the Storm, Blood on the Tracks (1975)