Smiths - The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Lyrics
Please dont cryFor the ghost and the storm outsideWill not invade this sacred shrineNor infiltrate your mindMy life down I shall lieIf the bogey-man should tryTo play tricks on your sacred mindTo tease, torment, and tantaliseWavering shadows loomA piano plays in an empty roomTherell be blood on the cleaver tonightAnd when darknesss lifts and the room is brightIll still be by your sideFor you are all that mattersAnd Ill love you to till the day I dieThere never need be longing in your eyesAs long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mineCeiling shadows shimmy byAnd when the wardrobe towers like a beast of preyTheres sadness in your beautiful eyesOh, your untouched, unsoiled, wonderous eyesMy life down I shall lieShould restless spirits tryTo play tricks on your sacred mindI once had a child, and it saved my lifeAnd I never even asked his nameI just looked into his wondrous eyesAnd said : never never never againAnd all too soon I did returnJust like a moth to a flameSo rattle my bones all over the stonesIm only a beggar-man whom nobody ownsOh, see how words as old as sinFit me like a gloveIm here and here Ill stayTogether we lie, together we prayThere never need be longing in your eyesAs long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mineAs long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mineMineClimb up on my knee, sonny boyAlthough youre only three, sonny boyYoure - youre mineAnd your mother she just never knewOh, your mother ...As long ... as long ... as longI did my best for herI did my best for herAs long ... as long ... as long as ... as longI did my best for herI did my best for herOh ...