Would you lay with me
In a field of stone
If my needs were strong
Would you lay with meShould my lips go dry
Would you wet them, dear
In the midnight hour
If my lips grow dryWould you go away
To another land
Walk a thousand miles
Through the burning sandWipe the blood away
From my dying hand
If I give myself to youWill you bathe with me
In the stream of life
When the moon is full
Will you bathe with meWill you still love me
When I'm down and out
In my time of trials
Will you stand by meWould you go away
To another land
Walk a thousand miles
Through the burning sandWipe the blood away
From my dying hand
If I give myself to youWould you lay with me
In a field of stone
Should my lips go dry
Would you wet them, dearWill you bathe with me
In the stream of life
Will you still love me
When I'm down and out