Would you lay with me in a field of stone
If my needs were strong, would you lay with me
Should my lips grow dry would you wet them dear

In the midnight hour if my lips were dry
Would you come away to another land
Walk a thousand miles in the burning sand

Wash the blood away from my dying hand
If I give myself to you


Would you bathe with me in the stream of life
When the moon is full will you bathe with me
Would you still love me when I am down and out

In my time of trials will you stay by me
Would you come away to another land
Walk a thousand miles in the burning sand

Wash the blood away from my dying hand
If I give myself to you


[Interlude]

Would you come away to another land

Walk a thousand miles in the burning sand
Wash the blood away from my dying hand
If I give myself to you

Would you lay with me in a field of stone
Should my lips grow dry, would you wet them dear
Would you still love me when I am down and out

Would you lay with me in a field of stone
Would you lay with me in a field of stone