Testo Sand (Nancy Sinatra cover)

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 won't warm thy heart at all
But thee may take me by the hand Hold me and I 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

Young woman shared her fire with me
Now warms herself in memory
I was a stranger in her land
A wandering man, she called me sand

Sand

He was a stranger in my land
A wandering man, I called him sand