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Introduction
In the warm embrace of a gentle melody, “The Hand That Rocks the Cradle” stands as a heartfelt ode to the quiet heroes of our lives—our mothers. Performed by Steve Wariner and Glen Campbell, two giants of country music, this song weaves a narrative that’s both tender and powerful, capturing the essence of maternal love with every note.
The magic of this song lies in its ability to connect with listeners on a deeply personal level. It’s as if Steve and Glen are sitting right there in your living room, strumming their guitars, their voices harmonizing in a tribute to the woman who held your world together from the day you were born. The lyrics, simple yet profound, remind us of the tireless, often unnoticed, labors of love that define motherhood.
As the song unfolds, it evokes a spectrum of emotions—from nostalgia for childhood days cradled in a mother’s arms to a profound appreciation for all the sacrifices made. It’s a universal message that crosses generational lines, reminding everyone of the foundational role mothers play in our lives.
Released in a time when both artists were at poignant stages of their careers, the song also serves as a bridge between generations of country music fans. It highlights the timeless nature of parental love, and the enduring impact of such a bond.
Engaging and resonant, “The Hand That Rocks the Cradle” is more than just a musical track; it is a celebration of one of the most fundamental human connections. It encourages us to pause and reflect on the guiding hands that have shaped us, and to express gratitude for the love that has rocked our own cradles.
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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