Sand

Male:

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.

Female:

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

Male:

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.

Female:

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.

Female:

Oh sir my fire is burning high.

If it should stop sir I would die.

A shooting star has crossed my land.

Wandering man.

Male

She whispered sand.

Female:

(Whispers) Sand.

Male:

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.

Female:

He was a stranger in my land.

A wandering man.

Male:

She called me sand