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 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 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, i called him sand