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: 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)

Sand Lee:

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