Far
from the roof I saw a lady washing
Such
beauty I had never seen before
I
said "I don't want to own you
Just
to have you and to hold you
And
to rock you in the cradle of my love
Her
flesh was made of light, her dress was silver
The
water seemed to part for her to come
Like
her hands my eyes were rinsed
In
those pools where love begins
Oh
lady rock me in the cradle of your love
By
the morning she had vanished like a phantom
Not
a wrinkle on the sheet no not a glove
But
lady I’m not moaning
I’m
just grateful for that moment
When
you rocked me in the cradle of your love
Still
I sent my spies to seek you and to find you
I
sent the raven first and then the dove
But
since then I've not seen them
Not
an olive branch between them
Ah,
let me rock you...
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Words and music by David Prashker
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