Lyrics
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn
Now is the time for a child to be born.
He'll laugh at the moon and he'll cry for the sun
And if it's a boy he can carry a gun.
Sang the crow on the cradle.
And if it should be that this baby's a girl
Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl.
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
And a bomber above her wherever she goes.
Sang the crow on the cradle.
Crow on the cradle - the black and the white
Somebody's baby is born for a fight.
Crow on the cradle - the white and the black
Somebody's baby is not coming back.
Sang the crow on the cradle.
Bring me my gun and I'll shoot that bird dead.
That's what your mother and father have said.
Crow on the cradle what shall we do.
Now there is a thing that I leave to you.
Sang the crow on the cradle.
Sang the crow on the cradle.
