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 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 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

If my needs were strong would you lay with me