Letra Sand de Nancy Sinatra original

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