baby baby it's gonna be alright
come over here I'll hold you tight
and tell you good, good, good stories
I'll make you songs, I'll make'em rhyme
I'll give you toys for a future time
where no man ever has to learn the hard way
not gonna tell you there's a war outside
not gonna tell you 'bout hunger and fight
no it don't seem right, you might get
lost on the road from the cradle to paradise
lost somewhere on the road from the cradle to paradise

hey nana hey ...

you are a kingdom small but true
you are a mirror I look into
and each day is new and full of you
I keep on thinking if it would be right
to let you know about the times I lied
cause there was no other way, not that I could think off
how can I tell you that crime still pays
you save your trust for better days
no, no it's gonna be o.k., promise
you might get lost on the road
from the cradle to paradise
lost, somewhere on the road from the cradle to paradise

hey, nana, hey ...
so scared that you'll get lost ...
hey nana hey ...