The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Lyrics - Steve Wariner

He got here and wrinkled scared and cryin' 

The she took him up and held him to her breast 

And he sure was glad to get what mama offered 

Then he went to sleep and put his fears to rest 

It didn't seem to matter what he needed 

He could always count on mama to supply 

And regardless of the sleep she might be losin' 

He always found a twinkle in her eye 

There ought to be a hall of fame for mamas 

Creation's most unique and precious pearls 

And heaven help us always to remember 

That the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world 

She taught him all the attributes of greatness 

That she knew he couldn't learn away from home 

And by the time she wore the cover off her bible 

Her hair was gray and her little man was gone 

There ought to be a hall of fame for mamas 

Creation's most unique and precious pearls 

And heaven help us always to remember 

That the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world 

Yes, the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world