Sand

Young woman, share your fire with me

My heart is cold, my soul is free

I am a stranger in your land, a wandering man

Call me Sand

Oh sir, my fire is very small

It will not warm thy heart at all

But thee may take me by the hand, hold me and

I'll call thee Sand

Young woman, share your fire with me

My heart is cold, my soul is free

I am a stranger in your land, a wandering man

Call me Sand

At night when stars light up the sky

Oh sir, I dream my fire is high

Oh, taste these lips, sir, if you can, wandering man

I'll call thee Sand

Oh sir, my fire is burning high

If it should stop, sir, I would die

A shooting star has crossed my land, a wandering man

She whispered, "Sand", "Sand"

Young woman shared her fire with me

Now warms herself with memories

I was a stranger in her land, a wandering man

She called me Sand

He was a stranger in my land, a wandering man

She called me Sand