paroles de chanson The Cross - 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
need
all
that
she
can
bring
We
all
have
our
problems
Some
are
big,
some
are
small
Soon
all
of
our
problems
Will
be
taken
by
the
cross
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