Sand Lyrics

Young woman, share your fire with me
My heart is cold, my sould is free
I am a stranger in your land
Wandering man, call me Sand
Oh sir, my fire is very small
It will not warm thy heart at all
But you may take me by the hand
Hold me hand, I'll call you Sand

At night when stars light up the sky
Oh, sir, I dream my fire is high
I'll taste these lips, sir, if you can
Wandering man
She whispered - Sand
Young woman shared her fire with me
Now warms itself with memories
A shooting star has crossed her land
Wandering man, call me Sand
He was a stranger in my land
Wandering man
I'll call you Sand

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