The hand that rocks the cradle

[...]
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
Mine
Climb up on my knee, sonny boy
Although you're only three, sonny boy
You're - you're mine
And your mother she just never knew
[...]

bron: Songtext 'The hand that rocks the cradle' (fragment) by The Smiths; From 'The Smiths', 1984