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