OP8 Sand (by Lee Hazlewood) sung by Howe Gelb & Lisa Germano (OP8) Howe: C Bb C Young woman share your fire with me. C Bb C My heart is cold, my soul is free. C F G I am a stranger in your land. F G C A wandering man, call me sand. Lisa: 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 Howe: 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. Lisa: 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. Lisa: Oh sir my fire is burning high. If it should stop sir I would die. A shooting star has crossed my land. Wandering man. Howe: She whispered sand. Lisa: (Whispers) Sand. Howe: 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. Lisa: He was a stranger in my land. A wandering man. Howe: She called me sand.