The boy is here, he won’t say much I don’t know why
One thing is clear, we know he had a troubled life
You are not who I had in mind
I don’t know where I belong, but I’m sure that it’s not here
Is he just shy, what do you think he’s got to hide
Maybe in time, we’ll find out what’s behind those eyes
I don’t think that you understand
All I want is to find out who I am Tell me father, when will I get my cross?
When will I get my cross?
I don’t know how, I wonder what would make him smile
Look at him now, he stares at me like I’m on trial
I need to know is he still alive
And if so, is my mother still his wife?
He’s just a child, he’s still got time to start again
Give him a while
The boy just needs a friend
Tell me father, when will I get my cross?
When will I get my cross?
When will I get my cross?
When will I get my cross?