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