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