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      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      Young woman, share your fire with me   My heart is cold, my soul is free   I am a stranger in your land   Wandering, call me sand      At night when stars light up my sky   Oh sir, i dream my fire is high   Oh, taste these lips sir if you can   Wandering man, i'll call thee sand      Oh sir, my fire is burning high   If thee should stop sir, i would die   The shooting star has crossed my land   Wandering man, she whispered... Sand (sand)      Young woman shared her fire with me   Now warms herself with memories   I was a stranger in her land   A wandering man, she called me sand      He was a stranger in my land   A wandering man   She called me   Sand