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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
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 dying hand If I give myself to you
Would you lay with me in a field of stone If my needs were strong
Should my lips grow dry Would you wet them dear
In the stream of life In the stream of life
When I'm down and out When I'm down and out
In a field of stone In a field of stone
Should my lips grow dry Would you wet them dear
If your stains were dry
