Sand

C#          B                    C#
Young woman share your fire with me.
            G#m              C#
My heart is cold, my soul is free.
       F#               G#  
I am a stranger in your land.
  F#        G#           C#
A wandering man, call me sand.

C#        B            C#
Oh sir my fire is very small.
            G#m               C#
It will not warm thy heart at all.
             F#             G#
But thee may take me by the hand.
F#      G#                C#
Hold me and I'll call thee sand

Chorus

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.