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
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