the ghost and the storm outside
     will not invade this sacred shire
     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
     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 till the day I die
     there never need to 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 a sadness in your beautiful eyes
     you're untouched, unsoiled, wonderous eyes
     my life down I shall lie
     should restless spirts try
     to play tricks on you sacred mind
     but whom I never gave a name
     I just looked into his wonderous eyes
     and said" never never never again"
     all too soon I did return
     just like a moth to a flame
     so rattle my bones all over the stones
     because I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns
     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 be longing in your eyes
     as long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine