Would you lay with me
In a field of stone
If my needs were strong

Would you lay with me

Should my lips go dry

Would you wet them, dear
In the midnight hour
If my lips grow dry


Would you go away
To another land

Walk a thousand miles
Through the burning sand


Wipe the blood away
From my dying hand
If I give myself to you


Will you bathe with me
In the stream of life

When the moon is full
Will you bathe with me


Will you still love me
When I'm down and out
In my time of trials

Will you stand by me

Would you go away

To another land
Walk a thousand miles
Through the burning sand


Wipe 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 go dry
Would you wet them, dear


Will you bathe with me
In the stream of life

Will you still love me
When I'm down and out