Sand

A           G                    A
Young woman share your fire with me
            E                A
My heart is cold, my soul is free
       D                E
I am a stranger in your land
  D         E            A
A wandering man, call me sand

A         G            A
Oh sir my fire is very small
            E                 A
It will not warm thy heart at all
             D              E
But thee may take me by the hand
D       E                  A
Hold me and I'll call thee sand

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A           G                    A
Young woman share your fire with me
            E                A
My heart is cold, my soul is free
       D                E
I am a stranger in your land
  D         E            A
A wandering man, call me sand

A             G                  A
At night when stars light up the sky
         E                A
Oh sir I dream my fire is high
               D               E
Oh taste these lips sir if you can
D         E                A
Wandering man, I call thee sand

A         G               A
Oh sir my fire is burning high
             E                A
If it should stop sir I would die
           D                   E
A shooting star has crossed my land
D         E                A
Wandering man, she whisper sand

A           G                    A
Young woman share your fire with me
            E                A
My heart is cold, my soul is free
       D                E
I am a stranger in your land
  D         E            A
A wandering man, call me sand