Sand Lee Hazlewood # #Sand Chorus: [C#]Young woman [B]share your fire with [C#]me. My heart is [G#m]cold, 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 [B]fire is very [C#]small. It will not [G#m]warm thy heart at [C#]all. But thee may [F#]take me by the [G#]hand. [F#]Hold me [G#]and I'll call thee[C#] 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. Wand (chordiearchive.chordie.com)