OP8 - Sand 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 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