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Introduction
When Steve Wariner and Glen Campbell teamed up to deliver “The Hand That Rocks the Cradle,” they crafted a song that resonates as a loving tribute to mothers everywhere. This piece is not just music; it’s a narrative woven with respect and admiration for the nurturing hands that have shaped our lives.
Imagine sitting back on a quiet evening, the melody floating through the air like a comforting whisper. Steve and Glen’s voices blend seamlessly, carrying with them the weight and warmth of heartfelt gratitude. The song captures the essence of what it means to acknowledge and celebrate the countless moments of care and love given by mothers, often behind the scenes and without fanfare.
The lyrics are a testament to the profound influence of maternal bonds. They tell a story that each of us knows by heart, yet often forget to recount—the story of dedication, sacrifice, and unconditional love that defines motherhood. The emotive guitar strums and the tender vocal delivery make it feel like a personal serenade from the artists to their own mothers, and to mothers everywhere.
“The Hand That Rocks the Cradle” also serves as a cultural bridge, linking listeners of all ages with its timeless message. It’s a reminder of the universal truth that behind many great individuals stands an even greater mother’s love.
This song is a call to remember, to appreciate, and to honor the women who have given us so much. It’s a reflection on the silent, steadfast love that rocks cradles, steadies storms, and provides the foundation upon which we build our lives.
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Lyrics
He got here and wrinkled scared and cryin’
Then she took him up and held him to her breast
And he sure was glad to get what mama offered
Then he went to sleep and put his fears to rest
It didn’t seem to matter what he needed
He could always count on mama to supply
And regardless of the sleep she might be losin’
He always found a twinkle in her eye
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
Yes, the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world