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.
Hm. Nes
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