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 drought 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
Should my lips grow dry
Would you wet them dear
Will you bathe with me
In the stream of life
Will you still love me
When I'm down and out