The Cross Songtext
von The Blind Boys of Alabama

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