Young woman share your fire with me nMy heart is cold, my soul is free nI am a stranger in your land nA wandering man, call me sand nnOh sir my fire is very small nIt will not warm thy heart at all nBut thee may take me by the hand nHold me and I'll call thee sand nnYoung woman share your fire with me nMy heart is cold, my soul is free nI am a stranger in your land nA wandering man, call me sand nnAt night when stars light up the sky nOh sir I dream my fire is high nOh taste these lips sir if you can nWandering man, I call thee sand nnOh sir my fire is burning high nIf it should stop sir I would die nA shooting star has crossed my land nWandering man nnShe whispered sand nn(Whispers) Sand nnYoung woman shared her fire with me nNow warms herself with memory nI was a stranger in her land nA wandering man, she called me sand nnHe was a stranger in my land nA wandering man nnShe called me sand