Would you lay with me in a field of stone If my needs were strongWould you lay with me?Should my lips grow dry Would you wet them dearIn the midnight hour If my lips were 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 fullWill you bathe with me?Will you still love me when I'm down and out In my time of trialWill you stand by me?Would 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 If my needs were strongShould my lips grow dry Would you wet them dearIn the stream of life In the stream of lifeWhen I'm down and out When I'm down and outIn a field of stone In a field of stoneShould my lips grow dry Would you wet them dearIf your stains were dry