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
(GIVE MYSELF TO YOU)