Young woman

[dave]

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

[matty]

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