Source: Wikipedia

Bob Dylan is a gifted storyteller.

I remember the first time I heard the album Desire. I was on a road trip in 1998 with two close friends driving along the Oregon coast. Matt popped Desire into the tape deck of his pickup truck and we all sat back and soaked in the sun, the coast and the sounds. "One more cup of coffee" stuck with me for ages and gets me every time I listen to it.

I always loved the lyrics to my namesake song, especially because he spelled the name Sara the same way I spell mine! I also noticed today that he speaks of Portugal where I was magically entranced by only a few short weeks ago.

You can take a listen here.

Fun fact: the first time he played Sara was the same year I was born, 1975.


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

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