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Sand Chorus:
C#Young woman Bshare your fire with C#me. My heart is G#mcold, my soul is C#free. I am a F#stranger in your G#land. A F#wandering G#man, call me C#sand.
C#Oh sir my Bfire is very C#small. It will not G#mwarm thy heart at C#all. But thee may F#take me by the G#hand. F#Hold me G#and I'll call theeC# 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