If I give myself to you
Wipe the blood away from my dying hand
Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand
Now would you lay with me
In my time of trial
Will you love me now
Would you go away to another land?
Wipe the blood away, from my dying hand
Will you bathe with me?
Should my lips grow dry
If my needs were strong
Would you lay with me?
It might give myself to you
In a field of stone?
In the midnight hour
In the stream of life?
If my needs were strong
When the moon is full
Would you wet them, dear
Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand
Will you bathe with me
Should my lips grow dry?
Will you stand by me?
When I'm down and out?
Would you go away to another land?
