Tanya Tucker

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 burnin' sand?
Wipe the blood away from my dyin' hand,
If I give myself to you?
Will you bathe me, in the stream of life?
When the moon is full, will you bathe me?
Will you still love me, when I'm down and out?
In my time of trial, will you stand by me?