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 

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 
Wandering 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 
Wandering man 

She whispered sand 

(Whispers) Sand 

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 

He was a stranger in my land 
A wandering man 

She called me sand