The Hand That Rocks the Cradle

Please don't cry

for the ghost and the storm outside

will not invade this sacred shrine

nor infiltrate your mind

my life down I shall lie

if the bogey-man should try

to play tricks on your sacred mind

to tease, torment and tantalise

wavering shadows loom

a piano plays in an empty room

there'll be blood on the cleaver tonight

when darkness lifts and the room is bright

I'll still be by your side

there never need to be longing in your eyes

as long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine

as long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine

ceiling shadows shimmy by

and when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey

there's a sadness in your beautiful eyes

your untouched, unsoiled, wonderous eyes

my life down I shall lie

should restless spirits try

to play tricks on you sacred mind

I once had a child and he saved my life

but I never even asked his name

I just looked into his wonderous eyes

and said "never never never again"

and all too soon I did return

just like a moth to a flame

so rattle my bones all over the stones

because I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns

see how words as old as sin

fit me like a glove

I'm here and here I'll stay

together we lie and together we pray

there never need be longing in your eyes

as long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine

as long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine

climb upon my knee, sonny boy

although you're only three, sonny boy

your mom she just never knew

oh your mom, your mom...