| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Now, I try, oh for so awf'ly long
And I just try to be.
And now,
oh it's a gold mine
But it's so fine.
Yes, but I know in my head
That we're all so
misled,
And it's that ol' sign on the cross
That worries me.
Now, when I was
just a bawlin' child,
I saw what I wanted to be,
And it's all for the sake
Of that
picture I should see.
But I was lost on the moon
As I heard that front door slam,
And
that old sign on the cross
Still worries me.
Well, it's that old sign on the
cross,
Well, it's that old key to the kingdom,
Well, it's that old sign on the
cross
Like you used to be.
But, when I hold my head so high
As I see my ol'
friends go by,
And it's still that sign on the cross
That worries me.
Well, it
seems to be the sign on the cross. Ev'ry day,
ev'ry night, see the sign on the cross just
layin' up
on top of the hill. Yes, we thought it might have
disappeared long ago, but I'm
here to tell you, friends,
that I'm afraid it's lyin' there still. Yes, just a
little time
is all you need, you might say, but I don't
know 'bout that any more, because the bird is here
and
you might want to enter it, but, of course, the door might
be closed. But I just would
like to tell you one time,
if I don't see you again, that the thing is, that the sign
on
the cross is the thing you might need the most.
Yes, the sign on the cross
Is just a
sign on the cross.
Well, there is some on every chisel
And there is some in the
championship, too.
Oh, when your, when your days are numbered
And your nights are
long,
You might think you're weak
But I mean to say you're strong.
Yes you are, if
that sign on the cross,
If it begins to worry you.
Well, that's all right because sing a
song
And all your troubles will pass right on through |
