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
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
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
At night when stars light up the sky
Oh sir, I dream my fire is high
Oh, taste these lips, sir, if you can...