Rocking The Baby - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
ROCKING THE BABY. Copyright, 1884, by Wm. McEwen. Composed by Charlotte McEwen. 
I hear her rocking the baby, Her room is next to mine. And I fancy I feel the dimpled arms That round her neck entwine, As she rocks and rocks the baby In the room just next to mine, As she rocks and rocks the haby In the room just next to mine. 
Chorus. I hear her rocking the baby Each day when twilight comes, And I know there's a world of blessing and love In the "baby-bye "she hums. 
I can see the restless fingers Playing with mamma's rings, The sweet, little, smiling, pouting mouth That to hers in kissing clings, As she rocks And sings to the baby, And dreams as she rocks and sings, As she rocks and sings to the baby, And dreams as she rocks and sings.-Chorus. 
From her rocking, rocking, rocking, I wonder would she start Could she know, through the wall between us, She is rocking on a heart, While my empty arms are aching For a form they may not press, And my empty heart is breaking In its desolate loneliness?-Chorus. 
I list to the rocking, rocking, In the room just next to mine. And breathe a prayer in silence At a mother's broken shrine, For the woman who rocks the baby In the room just next to mine, For the woman who rocks the baby In the room just next to mine. 
Chorus. I hear her rocking the baby Slower and slower now, And I hear she is leaving her good-night kiss On its eyes and cheek, and brow.