my life down I shall lie

...

So rattle my bones all over the stones
I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns
Oh, 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 )
( As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine )
( As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine )
( As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine )