| 歌曲 | Northern Cross |
| 歌手 | Cry Cry Cry |
| 专辑 | Cry Cry Cry |
| 作曲 : Smith | |
| I've gone running from the devil, at times I've beaten down his path | |
| I've seen the fight of the dove and I've stumbled my way back | |
| Miles and miles of interstate, nights not meant to last | |
| I can take this road all the way to Tulsa, but I cannot stop my yearning for you | |
| They say a simple life's the best, but you would never know | |
| The way we complicate this world, lions' king, the lamb lies low | |
| All I wanted was your love, the taste of your sweet kiss | |
| The river may flow deep and wide but I cannot stop my longing for this | |
| So meet me on Red Mountain, lace of laurel, bed of moss | |
| Where the wind's forever howling beneath that Northern Cross | |
| When that final deal goes down I'll gladly pay the cost | |
| If my soul could be a station high upon that northern cross | |
| Then I would have a bird's eye view, I'd watch you night and day | |
| In casting off my mortal self, maybe all this yearning will go away | |
| Oh meet me on Red Mountain, lace of laurel, bed of moss | |
| Where the wind's forever howling beneath that Northern Cross | |
| Old memories have faded, nearly all of them are lost | |
| Except for your face shining beneath that Northern Cross. |
| zuò qǔ : Smith | |
| I' ve gone running from the devil, at times I' ve beaten down his path | |
| I' ve seen the fight of the dove and I' ve stumbled my way back | |
| Miles and miles of interstate, nights not meant to last | |
| I can take this road all the way to Tulsa, but I cannot stop my yearning for you | |
| They say a simple life' s the best, but you would never know | |
| The way we complicate this world, lions' king, the lamb lies low | |
| All I wanted was your love, the taste of your sweet kiss | |
| The river may flow deep and wide but I cannot stop my longing for this | |
| So meet me on Red Mountain, lace of laurel, bed of moss | |
| Where the wind' s forever howling beneath that Northern Cross | |
| When that final deal goes down I' ll gladly pay the cost | |
| If my soul could be a station high upon that northern cross | |
| Then I would have a bird' s eye view, I' d watch you night and day | |
| In casting off my mortal self, maybe all this yearning will go away | |
| Oh meet me on Red Mountain, lace of laurel, bed of moss | |
| Where the wind' s forever howling beneath that Northern Cross | |
| Old memories have faded, nearly all of them are lost | |
| Except for your face shining beneath that Northern Cross. |