Song | Bob Dylan Wrote Propaganda Songs |
Artist | Karate |
Album | In the Fishtank 12 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 want to 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 buckets 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, | |
Radiant 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, oh 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, Sara, | |
You must forgive me my unworthiness. | |
Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp | |
And a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore. | |
You 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 ever go. | |
(Merci à Biocabane pour cettes paroles) |
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 want to 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 buckets 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, | |
Radiant 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 SavannalaMar. | |
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' " SadEyed Lady of the Lowlands" for you. | |
Sara, Sara, | |
Wherever we travel we' re never apart. | |
Sara, oh 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, Sara, | |
You must forgive me my unworthiness. | |
Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp | |
And a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore. | |
You 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 ever go. | |
Merci a Biocabane pour cettes paroles |
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 want to 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 buckets 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, | |
Radiant 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 SavannalaMar. | |
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' " SadEyed Lady of the Lowlands" for you. | |
Sara, Sara, | |
Wherever we travel we' re never apart. | |
Sara, oh 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, Sara, | |
You must forgive me my unworthiness. | |
Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp | |
And a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore. | |
You 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 ever go. | |
Merci à Biocabane pour cettes paroles |