(G) Take me back to the days,
When the (C) old red cradle (G) rocked,
In the sunshine of (A7) years that have (D) fled;
To the (G) good old trusty days
When the (C) door was never (G) locked,
And we (C) judged our neighbours (D) truth
By what he (G) said.
I re-(D)-member of my years,
I had (G) numbered almost seven,
The (A7) old red cradle stood against the (D) wall.
I was (G) youngest of the five
And (C) two were gone to (G) Heaven,
But the (G) old red (D) cradle rocked us (G) all.
Rocking, rocking, (C) gently rock-(G) ing,
Keeping time with the (A7) tick
Of the clock upon the (D) wall;
(G) One by one the (C) seconds (G) marking,
The (C) old red (D) cradle rocked us (G) all.
By it's side father paused
With a little time to spare,
And the care lines would soften on his brow;
Oh, 'twas but a little while
That I knew a father's care,
But I fancy in my dreams I see him now.
And if there came a day
When my cheeks were flushed and hot,
When I did not mind my porridge or my play,
I would clamber up it's side and the pain would be forgot,
While the old red cradle rocked away.
It cradled one and all
Brothers and sisters in it lay,
And it gave me the sweetest rest I've known;
But tonight the tears will flow,
And I'll let them have their way,
For the passing years are leaving me alone.
By my mother it was rocked
When the evening meal was laid,
And again I seem to see her as she smiled;
When the rest were all in bed
It was then she knelt to pray,
By the old red cradle and her child.