Sand
Young woman share your fire with meMy heart is cold, my soul is freeI am a stranger in your landA wandering man, call me sand
Oh sir my fire is very smallIt will not warm thy heart at allBut thee may take me by the handHold me and I'll call thee sand
Young woman share your fire with meMy heart is cold, my soul is freeI am a stranger in your landA wandering man, call me sand
At night when stars light up the skyOh sir I dream my fire is highOh taste these lips sir if you canWandering man, I call thee sand
(INTERLUDE)
Oh sir my fire is burning highIf it should stop sir I would dieA shooting star has crossed my landWandering man
She whispered sand (Sand)
Young woman shared her fire with meNow warms herself with memoryI was a stranger in her landA wandering man, she called me sand
He was a stranger in my landA wandering man
She called me sand