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 dieing hands 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 trial 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 hands 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 bathe with me In the stream of life Would you still love me When I'm down and out