(Chuck Jones/Allen Shamblin)
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Once a mother stood on a corner
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Tears betrayed her painted smile
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She was trading in her halo
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For just enough to feed her child
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Then an old man, cold and hungry
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Saw her crying and he stopped
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He gave her his one possession
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A shining silver pocket watch
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There's no cross that love won't bear
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And when you're down to your last prayer
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It will be the saving grace
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In the depths of your dispair
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There's no cross that love won't bear
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So the old man found a park bench
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Crawled inside and went to sleep
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He lay down and went to sleep
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As he drifted into slumber
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He prayed the Lord his soul to keep
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Then the mother with her halo
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Came to him in a dream
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And he woke up in a mansion
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His silver watch there on it's chain
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There's no cross that love won't bear
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And when you're down to your last prayer
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It will be the saving grace
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In the depths of your dispair
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There's no cross that love won't bear
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No there's no cross that love won't bear
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There's No Cross That Love Won't Bear
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| John Berry |
