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