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HAZLEWOOD, Lee



Sand


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


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


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


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


Oh sir my fire is burning high

If it should stop, sir, I would die

A shooting star has crossed my land

Wandering man she whispered Sand


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


He was a stranger in my land

A wandering man


She called me Sand



The Night before


I wake up Sunday morning

With my mind all in a haze

Tear stains on my pillow

And make-up on my face


I see those empty whiskey bottles

And records scattered on the floor

And from the next room, I hear crying

Then I remember the night before


I saw her dancing at the party

So young with laughter in her face

And when the others had departed

Convincing words and she stayed late


And now those empty whiskey bottles

They stand accusing from the floor

That I hear footsteps as she's leaving

Yes, she remembers the night before


If I could turn back the clock

Turn it back to yesterday

There are things I wouldn't do

And things I wouldn't say


But now those empty whiskey bottles

Within my mind forevermore

And in the silence, I hear crying

Yes, I remember the night before