Wandering man - call me "Sand" | Текст песни

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young woman, share your fire with me
my heart is cold, my soul is free
i am a stranger in your land
wandering man, call me sand

oh sir, my fire is very small
it won't warm thy heart at all
but thee may take me by the hand
hold my hand, 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 man, call me sand

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

oh sir my fire is burning high
if it should stop, sir, i would die
a shooting star has crossed my land
wandering man, she whispered "sand"

young woman shared her fire with me
now warms herself in memory
i was a stranger in her land
wandering man, she called me sand
he was a stranger in my land
wandering man, i called him sand

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