My heart first learned its rhythm
From your creaking, Rocking Chair
Remind me where
Please take me there again
Soft cradled in a bosomed nest-
Sweet, simple, happy tunes
Accompanied your creaking, Rocking Chair
Remind me where
Please take me there again,
Before the beating starts
My heart first learned its rhythm
From your creaking, Rocking Chair
The all-familiar cadence almost
All forgotten now
Sing once again to me your simple tunes,
Sweet Mother dear
From the creaking rocking chair
Remind me where the love began
Please take me there again,
Before the beating starts,
And love gives way to despair
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