If you run far, you run wild
Child, I tell, you can't hide
A thousand ships are send for thee
And they'll come before the greet
Trees remind me, crosses with sand
Where your hands will stick
I will make crosses, I will make planks
You can wear them or walk them
And give praise, praise, praise
Praise, praise, praise
If you run far and run wild
Child, I tried you, you can't hide
The sinners are in love with me
And their hands are all blistered
You will see
Our terrible speed may seem like sickness
Like a stranger's kiss
And trees remind me, crosses with sand
Where your hands will stick
I will make crosses, I will make planks
You can wear them or walk them
And give praise, praise, praise, praise
I will make crosses, I will make planks
You can wear them or walk them
And give praise, praise, praise
Praise, praise, praise.