Nancy Sinatra - Sand

^AYoung woman ^Gshare your fire with ^Ame My heart is ^Ecold, my soul is ^Afree I am a ^Dstranger in your ^Eland A ^Dwandering ^Eman, call me ^Asand

^AOh sir my ^Gfire is very ^Asmall It will not ^Ewarm thy heart at ^Aall But thee may ^Dtake me by the ^Ehand ^DHold me ^Eand I'll call thee ^Asand

^AYoung woman ^Gshare your fire with ^Ame My heart is ^Ecold, my soul is ^Afree I am a ^Dstranger in your ^Eland A ^Dwandering ^Eman, call me ^Asand

^AAt night when ^Gstars light up the ^Asky Oh sir I ^Edream my fire is ^Ahigh Oh taste these ^Dlips sir if you ^Ecan ^DWandering ^Eman, I call thee ^Asand

^AOh sir my ^Gfire is burning ^Ahigh If it should ^Estop sir I would ^Adie A shooting ^Dstar has crossed my ^Eland ^DWandering ^Eman, she whisper ^Asand

^AYoung woman ^Gshare your fire with ^Ame My heart is ^Ecold, my soul is ^Afree I am a ^Dstranger in your ^Eland A ^Dwandering ^Eman, call me ^Asand