Sand (w Lee Hazlewood) Lyrics

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 sandOh 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 sandYoung 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 sandAt 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 sandOh sir my fire is burning high
If it should stop sir I would die
A shooting star has crossed my land
Wandering manShe whispered sandSandYoung woman shared her fire with me
Now warms herself with memory
I was a stranger in her land

A wandering man, she called me sandHe was a stranger in my land
A wandering manShe called me sand
Songwriters
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