C#          B                    C# 
Young woman share your fire with me. 
            G#m              C# 
My heart is cold, my soul is free. 
       F#               G#   
I am a stranger in your land. 
  F#        G#           C# 
A wandering man, call me sand.
 
C#        B            C# 
Oh sir my fire is very small. 
            G#m               C# 
It will not warm thy heart at all. 
             F#             G# 
But thee may take me by the hand. 
F#      G#                C# 
Hold me and I'll call thee sand 

Chorus 

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. 

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

Chorus  


by: José Duarte 
jtduarte1@gmail.com