uma das grandes canções de prince rogers nelson, escondida no magnífico "sign o' the times". 
nas tournées dos anos oitenta era um dos momentos mágicos, com a grande sheila e. na bateria.
a maior parte das pessoas nem repara nisso, mas é um gospel, um estranho e belíssimo gospel.

Black day, stormy night


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 song of salvation


A pregnant mother sings


She lives in starvation


Her children need 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 for He is coming


Don't die without knowing the cross, no

Ghettos to the left of us


Flowers to the right


There'll be bread for all, y'all


If we can just, just bear the cross, yeah

We all have our problems


Some are big, some are small


Soon all of our problems, y'all


Will be taken by the cross, no

The cross


The cross