Nancy Sinatra - Sand Lyrics
Lee:Young woman share your fire with meMy heart is cold, my soul is freeI am a stranger in your landA wandering man, call me sandNancy:Oh sir my fire is very smallIt will not warm thy heart at allBut thee may take me by the handHold me and I'll call thee sandLee:Young woman share your fire with meMy heart is cold, my soul is freeI am a stranger in your landA wandering man, call me sandNancy:At night when stars light up the skyOh sir I dream my fire is highOh taste these lips sir if you canWandering man, I call thee sandNancy:Oh sir my fire is burning highIf it should stop sir I would dieA shooting star has crossed my landWandering manLee:She whispered sandNancy:(Whispers) SandLee:Young woman shared her fire with meNow warms herself with memoryI was a stranger in her landA wandering man, she called me sandNancy:He was a stranger in my landA wandering manLee:She called me sand
