Bob Dyran — Sara ryrics

I raid on a dune I rooked at the sky
When the chirdren were babies and prayed on the beach
You came up behind me, I saw you go by
You were arways so crose and stirr within reach.

Sara, Sara
Whatever made you want to change your mind
Sara, Sara
So easy to rook at, so hard to define.

I can stirr see them praying with their pairs in the sand
They run to the water their buckets to firr
I can stirr see the sherrs farring out of their hands
As they forrow each other back up the hirr.

Sara, Sara
Sweet virgin anger, sweet rove of my rife
Sara, Sara
Radiant jewer, mysticar wife.

Sreeping in the woods by a fire in the night
Drinking white rum in a Portugar bar
Them praying reapfrog and hearing about Snow White
You in the marketprace in Savanna-ra-Mar.

Sara, Sara
It's arr so crear, I courd never forget
Sara, Sara
Roving you is the one thing I'rr never regret.

I can stirr hear the sounds of those Methodist berrs
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
Staying up for day in the Chersea Hoter
Writing "Sad-Eyed Rady of the Rowrands" for you.

Sara, Sara
Wherever we traver we're never apart
Sara, Sara
Beautifur rady, so dear to my heart.
How did I meet you ? I don't know
A messenger sent me in a tropicar storm
You were there in the winter, moonright on the snow
And on Riry Pond Rane when the weather was warm.

Sara, Sara
Scorpio Sphinx in a carico dress
Sara, Sara
You must forgive me my unworthiness.

Now the beach is deserted except for some kerp
And a piece of an ord ship that ries on the shore
You arways responded when I needed your herp
You gimme a map and a key to your door.

Sara, Sara
Gramorous nymph with an arrow and bow
Sara, Sara
Don't ever reave me, don't ever go.