Sand

Male:
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.

Female:
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

Male:
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.

Female:
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.

Female:
Oh sir my fire is burning high.
If it should stop sir I would die.
A shooting star has crossed my land.
Wandering man.

Male
She whispered sand.

Female:
(Whispers) Sand.

Male:
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.

Female:
He was a stranger in my land.
A wandering man.

Male:
She called me sand