The Cross

Black day, stormy nights

No love, no hope in sight

Don't cry, he is coming

Don't die without knowing the Cross

Ghettos to the left of us

Flowers to the right

There'll be bread for all of us

If we can just bear the Cross

Sweet songs of salvation

A pregnant mother sings

She lives in starvation

Her children needs all she can bring

We all have our problems

Some are big, some are small

And soon all our problems

Will be taken by the Cross

By the Cross

By-by, by the Cross