| The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Lyrics |
| Steve Wariner & Glen Campbell |
| He got here red and wrinkled, scared and crying |
| and 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 pearl |
| 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 pearl |
| 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 |