Tricky Cradle to grave x6 Grace Jones I am woman I am sun I can give birth to she I can give birth to son And I can be cool Soft as a breeze I'll be
and walk a thin line. Young niggas be brave and keep on thuggin' from the cradle to the grave, From the cradle to the grave. Chorus From the cradle
ladder Up to the mouth's cradle, the mouth's cradle And you can follow these notes i'm singing Up to the mouth's cradle, the mouth's cradle The simplicity
deep enough, down to hell if we Were able, The veil of life was pushed aside, by the hand that Rocks the cradle. It's the hand that rocks the cradle
He smiles within his cradle, A babe with face to bright It beams most like a mirror Against a blaze of light: This babe so burning bright. This babe
(Traditional/Brian Ahern) Sweet babe, a golden cradle holds thee Soft thy mother's arms enfold thee Fairest flowers are strewn before thee Sweet birds
of doubt So may the road I've yet to take Leave a smile across my face Till the laughter sheds the darkness far behind For I still belong in the cradle
The moon-cradle's rocking and rocking Where a cloud and a cloud go by Silently rocking and rocking The moon-cradle out in the sky. Then comes the lad
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 Mine
Sleep then my princess, oh sleep Slowly the grey shadows creep Forest and meadow are still Peace falls on valley and hill Luna appears in the sky Holding
Little by little I turn to the light And one day I'll be satisfied Like the hand that rocks the cradle I gotta be gentle and strong The hand that rocks the cradle
(William Blake) Sweet dreams form a shade, O'er my lovely infants head. Sweet dreams of pleasant streams, By happy silent moony beams Sweet sleep with
are getting fat Put another penny in the corporation hat There's computer consolation now For every boy and girl Coz the hand that rocks the cradle Is
knew it. And as he grew he said, "I'm gonna be like you, Dad. You know I'm gonna be like you." Chorus : And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
' sleep and he don't come home for half the week. You know, it's more than just an aggravation. And the cradle will rock. Yes, the cradle will rock
Led to the river Midsummer I wave A 'V' of black swans On with hope to the grave And through red September When skies fire-paved I begged you appear
