Sand-Nancy Sinatra

Lee: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 Nancy: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 Lee: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 Nancy: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 Nancy:Oh sir my fire is burning high If it should stop sir I would die A shooting star has crossed my land Wandering man Lee:She whispered sand Nancy:(Whispers) SandLee: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 Nancy:He was a stranger in my land A wandering man Lee:She called me sand