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