Sand 歌词

Young woman, share your fire with me My heart is cold, my soul is free I am a stranger in your land Wandering man, call me sand Oh sir, my fire is very small It won't warm thy heart at all But thee may take me by the hand Hold my hand, 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 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" Young woman shared her fire with me Now warms herself in memory I was a stranger in her land Wandering man, she called me sand He was a stranger in my land Wandering man, i called him sand