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’ll 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, a wandering man
She whispered, “Sand”, “Sand”
Young woman shared her fire with me
Now warms herself with mеmories
I was a stranger in her land, a wandеring man
She called me Sand
He was a stranger in my land, a wandering man
She called me Sand
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Lee Hazlewood Lyrics – Sand