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Post N° 436

SARA (Bob Dylan, 1976)

I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky, when the children were babies and played on the beach. You came up behind me, I saw you go by, you were always so close and still within reach.

Sara, Sara, whatever made you wanna change your mind? Sara, Sara, so easy to look at, so hard to define.

I can still see them playin' with their pails in the sand, they run to the water their bukets to fill. I can still see the shells fallin' out of their hands as they follow each other back up the hill.

Sara, Sara, sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life. Sara, Sara, rediant jewel, mystical wife.

Sleepin' in the woods by a fire in the night, drinkin' white rum in a Portugal bar. Them playin' leapfrog and hearin' about Snow White, you in the marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar.

Sara, Sara, It's all so clear, I could never forget. Sara, Sara, lovin' you is the one thing I'll never regret.

I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells, I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through. Stayin' up for days in the Chelsea Hotel, writin' "Sad-eyed Lady of the Lowlands" for you.

Sara, Sara, wherever we travel we're never apart. Sara, Sara, beautiful lady, so dear to my heart.

How did I meet you? I don't know. A messenger sent me in a tropical storm. You were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow and on Lily Pond Lane when the weather was warm.

Sara, oh Sara, Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress. Sara, oh Sara, you must forgive me by unworthiness.

Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp and a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore. You're always responded when I needed your help, you gimme a map and a key to your door.

Sara, oh Sara, glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow. Sara, oh Sara, don't ever leave me, don't never go.

Grazie a Dio esclusi i vari Venditti e Meneguzzi (stendiamo un velo...) qualcuno ha fatto qualcosa di buono.  E a mio parere è veramente eccezionale...