Nancy Sinatra - Sand - Sözleri

Lee: 



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









Nancy:



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











Lee: 

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







Nancy:





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





Nancy: 



Oh sir my fire is burning high





If it should stop sir I would die



A shooting star has crossed my land





Wandering man





Lee:



She whispered sand







Nancy:





(Whispers) Sand

Lee:







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







Nancy:



He was a stranger in my land



A wandering man







Lee:



She called me sand

														   

														   











		
			



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