歌手:Nancy Sinatra
专辑:《Nancy Sinatra - Greatest Hits》

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)
SandLee: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