She's daddy's little girl, only three years old
All dressed up in her Sunday clothes
He held her hand on bended knee, he said
'I need to show you how to find your way home'

As they walked along, how sweet the sound
Church bells ringin', people gathered 'round
Remember this church and the cross way up there
Sweetheart, if you ever get lost say

'Take me to the cross, high upon a steeple
One where Jesus died for all the lost people
If you can't find home, know you're not alone
Take me to the cross'

As the years went by daddy's little girl
Lost herself out in a big, big world
And on the day her daddy died
She said, 'I need to know why'

'Take me to the cross, high upon a steeple
One where Jesus died for hurting people
If you can't find home, know you're not alone
Take me to the cross'

Now that same little girl, thirty years gone by
She still knows her daddy's by her side
She raises her little boy in her father's way
And she smiles when she hears her son say

'Hey, mom, take me to the cross, high upon a steeple
One where Jesus died for all the lost people
If you can't find home, know you're not alone'

'Remember the cross, high upon a steeple
The one where Jesus died for all the lost people
If you can't find home, know you're not alone
Take me to the cross, mama, take me to the cross
Take me to the cross'