From cradle to the grave I feel like your protector Like a roof above a house I won’t let trouble ever effect her The sadness that wells inside When you tell me of your simple woes How I manage to keep my head God only knows
From the cot to your house I keep a subconscious eye Like a psychic bringing foretold futures I do this to the day I die Nobody will ever hurt you While I’m living in my skin As I tread this strange life path Your care I will hold therein