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1.
I wear this cross around my neck-
the last thing my mother ever gave to me,
the last hook she could ever put in me.
Half a world away I walk a rainy Oslo street,
a long way to go, to try and beat the heat-
S'long time now, since I've been on my knees.

Well I wonder what my mamma´d say
if she knew that here the priest is well paid.
I wonder what my mamma´d say
if she knew I was lost and fading away.

Chorus:
I find a place to sit by that old castle down by the pier
where I can look out over the sea and smell the salt air.
You know, I´m no nearer understanding all those nights I'd find her kneeling,
her head buried in that old easy chair, wet with her tears.

2.
Along way from home in this land across the sea
more tired now than I ever thought I could be,
Hard to believe I´ve never been truly free.
All that glitters is not gold;
and that cross it chooses my friends and my foes,
everywhere in this old world that I go

Yeah that little golden cross tells its little golden lies
but every little lie comes back to look you in the eyes.
And though I don´t give a damn about paradise
clutching that old cross I will probably die.

Bridge:  (to the tune of "The Old Rugged Cross")
Hmm, hmmm hmmmmmmmm ... etc.

3.
I've been to the Oslo Cathedral,
I've been to Jakobs Culture Church
I shook hands with all the faithful but I didn't find a quiet place.
If I´d have chosen a stumbling stone this´d be the last,
but I got nothing else to throw
in this house of glass.

Got nothing left that's holy to hold onto anymore-
not since Mr. Martin Luther ran the saints out of here.
Now there ain´t no priest who can wipe away the tears.
Now you know why I´ve got nothing left to fear.

Chorus:

Outro:
I wear this cross around my neck-
The last thing my mother ever gave to me.
the last hook she could ever put in me...