Sand Lyrics - Nancy Sinatra

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 

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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 

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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