He got here red and wrinkled, scared and crying

and she took him up and held him to her breast

and he sure was glad to get what mama offered

and he went to sleep and put his fears to rest

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