Sand

Young woman share your fire with me

My heart is cold, my soul is free

I am a stranger in your land

A wandered 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

Wandered man, I 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

Wandered man, she whispered: "Sand"

Young woman shared her fire ithw me

Now warms herself in memory

I was a stranger in her land

A wandered man, she called me Sand (Sand)

He was a stranger in my land

A wandered man, i called him sand