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

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

/ nancy sinatra lyrics