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