The Hand That Rocks the Cradle (Troy Tate session) Songtext
von The Smiths

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 tantalize
Wavering shadows loom

A piano plays in an empty room
There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight
And when darkness lifts and the room is bright
I′ll still be by your side, for you are all that matters
And I'll love you to till the day I die

There never need belonging in your eyes
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 sadness in your beautiful eyes


Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wondrous eyes
My life down I shall lie
Should restless spirits try
To play tricks on your sacred mind

I once had a child, and it saved my life
And I never even asked his name
I just looked into his wondrous 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
I′m only a beggar-man whom nobody owns
Oh, see how words as old as sin
Fit me like a glove
I′m here and here I'll stay

Together we lie, together we pray
There never need belonging 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, mine


Climb up on my knee, sonny boy
Although you′re only three, sonny boy
You're, you′re mine
And your mother, she just never knew
Oh, your mother

As long, as long, as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her

As long, as long, as long as, as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her

Mother, mother
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