the hand that rocks the cradle

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 tantalise

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 to 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

wonderous 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"