Mothers Rule!

He got here red and wrinkled scared and crying

Then she took him up and held him to her breast
And He sure felt safe to know that she was near him

Then he went to sleep and put his fears to rest

It didn't seem to matter what he needed

He could always count on mother to supply
And regardless of his little deeds of mischief

He always found a true love in her eyes.

We ought to say a prayer of thanks for mothers

Creations most unique and precious pearls
Father help us always to remember

That the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world!

She showed him faith and virtue, love and goodness

And how to say his prayers beside his bed
And as he grew from little boy to manhood

She always turned him to his Priesthood head

She taught him all the attributes of greatness

That she knew he'd never learn away from home
And by the time she turned him over to his father

Her hair was gray but her little man was gold

I'd like to say a word of thanks for mothers

Creations most unique and precious pearls
Father help us always to remember

that the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world!

Yes the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world!