Would you lay with me in a field of stone If my need 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 dieing hand If I give myself to you
Will you bathe with me in the stream of life When the moon is full would 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 dieing hand If I give myself to you
Would you lay with me in a field of stone If my lips grow dry would you wet them dear Would you bathe with me in the stream of life Would you still love me when I'm down and out
Would you lay with me in a field of stone When the moon is full would you lay with me