(written by Prince)
Black day, stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Don't cry, He is coming
Don't die without knowing the Cross
Knowing the cross...
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
Bear the Cross...
Bear the Cross...
Sweet song of salvation
A pregnant mother sings
She lives in starvation
Her children need all that she brings
All that she brings...
All that she brings...
We all have our problems
Some big, some are small
Soon all of our problems
Will be taken by the Cross
Black day, stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Don't cry, He's 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, just bear the Cross!
We all have our own problems
Some are big, some are small
Soon all of our problems,
Will be taken by the Cross!
The Cross!
Transcribed by IITI
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