FROM THE CRADLE TO THE ROCKING CHAIR
©Trev Teasdel Coventry December 1973


We’re on our way
From the cradle to the rocking chair.
We leap out of the cradle
And rock on to the rocking chair.
We’re tracked by time
Time trys to keep us in line.
Keep us in line
but it’s not easy to rhyme each line of your life.


The pens of the earth
Are tracing and recording our fate.
The pens of the earth
Like graphs of our sorrow and mirth.
And it’s hard graft
From the cradle to the rocking chair.
And it’s a fast race
From the cradle to the rocking chair.


I don’t know how to compete
There’s so many clocks that you have to beat.
The tempo of life is set to a rock n roll beat.
I look around me, I feel incomplete.
I can’t tap my feet to the rhythm of the drumbeat.
I’m shaking in my seat because everywhere i look
Feel I must compete – must compete.


I’m tuned too high
Now I’m all tense and taunt.
I’m tuned to a high pitch.
Pluck me and I will twang.
But if you suddenly tune me lower
To a pace that’s sweet and slower.
I’d feel so lost..keep falling off.


We we’re rocking in the cradle
When we were young.
Then rocking to the beat of a rock n roll song
When life slows down
We’ll be swinging to Sinatra and like.
Till we rock once more
Rocking in our rocking chair.
Waiting for that chariot (that chariot so sweet).
To swing so low through the air.
When we passed from the cradle to the rocking chair.