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