Pocket Full Of Crosses Songtext
von John Conlee

When I think of my childhood days
Growing up in the small town USA
The fondest of my many memories
Is that a front porch rocking chair
And all of us children gathered there
Waiting our turn to climb up on Mama′s knee
With her imagination
Around the world she'd take us
With the stories of the places she knew we′d never see

In Mama's rocking chair
She could a take us anywhere
To a tropical island
Or a snow covered mountain
Or a desert caravan
We sailed the ocean
And climbed the Eiffel Tower
We went a million miles an hour
We traveled everywhere
In Mama's a rocking chair


I′ve got a wife and some kids of my own
Every Saturday morning
They sit at home
Gathered around their eyes glued to the screen
Around the world they go
In living color and stereo
But they may never get to know
The thrill imagination brings

In Mama′s rocking chair
She could a take us anywhere
To a tropical island
Or a snow covered mountain
Or a desert caravan
We sailed the ocean
And climbed the Eiffel tower
We went a million miles an hour
We traveled everywhere
In Mama's rocking chair

In Mama′s rocking chair
She could a take us anywhere
To a tropical island
Or a snow covered mountain
Or a desert caravan


We sailed the ocean
And climbed the Eiffel tower
We went a million miles an hour
We traveled everywhere
In Mama's a rocking chair
In Mama′s -