Will you still love me when I'm down and out?
Would you lay with me in a field of stone?
Should my lips grow dry would you wet them dear
Would you bathe with me in the stream of life?
In the midnight hour if my lips were dry?
Would you lay with me in a field of stone?
Would you go away to another land?
In my time of trials will you stand by me
When the moon is full will you bathe with me?
Will you still love me when I'm down and out
Will you bathe with me in the stream of life
Wipe the blood away from my dieing hand
If I give myself to you
Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand
Wipe the blood away from my dieing hand
Would you go away to another land?
If I give myself to you
Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand
If my lips grow dry would you wet them dear?