Around my neck there is an albatross.

Some people think it looks, looks like a cross,

But it's not, it's - well it's an albatross.

There to remind me of who I'll never be, never be, never be.



Hung around my neck with pride,

This piece of wood where Jesus died.

I know I'll never be like You,

But, God, I want to try.



Around my neck there is an albatross.

Some people think it looks, looks like a cross,

But it's not, it's - well, it's an albatross.

There to remind me of who I'll never be, never be, never be.