Sand

(альбом: Nancy & Lee - 1968)

[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