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 dying hand   if I give myself to you      would you lay 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 trial,   would 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 dying hand   if I give myself to you      would you lay with me   in a field of stone   if my needs were strong,   would you lay with me