sand man is coming ,
sand man is sleek .  
sand man is out to find people ,
sitting in downside creek .

Grinning Screaming Drifting wafting ,
groaning soaring fighting flaunting ,
yet fading in the sand ,
with the ashes they did wore .

sand man is coming ,
he quarter down a mile .
chanting the hymns in the air
howling a loud loud noise .

down the stream here they sit ,
confound ashes as the sand .
yet fading in ember of those ,
who waited for the sand man .

like bliss off the clench.
streams of the sand,
have flourished the long sad creek.
sand man has come to rescue for thou,
faded in cold night sleep .

with arms full of holy sand
their happiness did thrive,
inside there pale and weary skin ,
the sand man has arrived.

where art thou ,
asked the holy men.
thee can't touch nor see .
we waited long to hath the sand,
let us bow to you compeer.

bow the earth to look your feet ,
in stream of water and sand ,
your reflection above your feet is me ,
replied the old sand man !

the sand man is me