Ich lese und höre gerade viel von Bob Dylan, der am 24. Mai 80 wird. Diese Ballade hat er für seine erste Frau Sara Lowndes geschrieben, ein unverhüllt biographischer Text, der mir enorm gut gefällt. Wohl der Frau, der so ein wunderbares Lied gewidmet wird.
Sara 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, a 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 Ya 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 gave me 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.
