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Sand - Nancy Sinatra[00:00:00]
Written by:Lee Hazelwood[00:00:00]
Young woman share your fire with me[00:00:08]
My heart is cold my soul is free[00:00:16]
I am a stranger in your land[00:00:24]
A wandering man call me sand[00:00:29]
Oh sir my fire is very small[00:00:36]
It will not warm thy heart at all[00:00:44]
But thee may take me by the hand[00:00:52]
Hold me and I'll call thee sand[00:00:56]
Young woman share your fire with me[00:01:04]
My heart is cold my soul is free[00:01:11]
I am a stranger in your land[00:01:19]
A wandering man call me sand[00:01:24]
At night when stars light up the sky[00:01:31]
Oh sir I dream my fire is high[00:01:39]
Oh taste these lips sir if you can[00:01:47]
Wandering man I call thee sand[00:01:51]
Oh sir my fire is burning high[00:02:28]
If it should stop sir I would die[00:02:35]
A shooting star has crossed my land[00:02:43]
Wandering man she whispered sand sand[00:02:48]
Young woman shared her fire with me[00:02:55]
Now warms herself with memory[00:03:03]
I was a stranger in her land[00:03:10]
A wandering man she called me sand[00:03:15]
He was a stranger in my land[00:03:22]
A wandering man she called me sand[00:03:26]