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

And 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

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

Would you

Would you

Would you

Would you

Would you

Would you

Would you

Would you