The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Lyrics - The Smiths - 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 darknesss lifts and the room is bright, I'll still be by your side 

For you are all that matters and I'll love you till the day I die 

There never need be longing 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'll lie, together we'll 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, 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