Cast out upon the seven seas
She follows the gypsy wind
With only a song Black Sara keeps
To anyone willing to sing
A necklace of golden coins, coal black hair
And eyes as deep as night
You wait like a watchman till the light
Soon comes in to sight
When Black Sara comes
You’ll follow the tracks in the sand
When Black Sara comes
For the touch of her hand
Dancing alone in a leopard skin dress
In some French café
While the sound of guitars, haunted and strange
Slowly start to play
When Black Sara comes
You’ll follow the tracks in the sand
When Black Sara comes
For the touch of her hand
The sun and the moon are drifting in blood red skies
You reach but you fail to grasp what is in her eyes
This fear of the wind is all that we’ll ever know
If you long for the sea but never go