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