Sand歌词

Lee: 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
Nancy: 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
Lee: 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
Nancy: 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 call thee sand
Nancy: Oh sir my fire is burning high
If it should stop sir
I would die
A shooting star has crossed my land
Wandering man
Lee: She whispered sand
Nancy: (Whispers)
Sand Lee:
Young woman shared her fire with me
Now warms herself with memory
I was a stranger in her land
A wandering man, she called me sand
Nancy: He was a stranger in my land
A wandering man
Lee: She called me sand