Words and Music by Bob Dylan 1971, 1973 Dwarf Music
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.