Lyrics:

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 and he went to sleep and put his fears to rest 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