Nancy sinatra sand lyrics

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