Les Croix

My God, there are so many crosses on this earth
Wooden crosses, iron crosses
Mumbling familiar crosses
Little silver crosses
Hanging on chests
Old convent crosses
Lost among the ruins

And me, poor me
I have my cross in my head
The huge lead cross
Vast as love
I hang the wind on it
I hold back the storm
I stretch out the evening
And I hide the day
And me, poor me
I have my cross in my head
A word is engraved there
That sounds like suffering
But this familiar word
That my lips repeat
Is so heavy to bear
That I think I'm dying

My God, there are so many on the deep roads
Silent crosses watching over the world
High crosses of forgiveness
Reaching for the gallows
Crosses of madness
Or of deliverance

But me, poor me
I have my cross in my head
The huge lead cross
Vast as love
I hang the wind on it
I hold back the storm
I stretch out the evening
And I hide the day
But me, poor me
I have my cross in my head
A name is engraved there
That sounds like suffering
But this familiar name
That my lips repeat
Is so heavy to bear
That I think I'm dying