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