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 in me

Now warms herself with memory

I was a stranger in her land

A wandered man, she called me sand





He was a stranger in my land

A wandered man, i called him sand