Intro:
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 cry for the sun
and if it's a boy, he'll 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
the crow on the cradle, the black and the white
somebody's baby, is born for a fight
the crow on the cradle, the white and the black
somebody's baby, is not coming back
sang the crow--- on the cradle
your mother and father will sweat and they'll slave
to build you a coffin and dig you a grave
hush-a-bye little one, never you weep
for we've got a toy that can put you to sleep
sang the crow--- on the cradle
bring me my gun, and I'll shoot that bird dead
that's what your mother and father once said
the crow on the cradle, what can we do
Ah, this is a thing that I'll leave up to you
sang the crow--- on the cradle
this is a thing, that I'll leave up to you
sang the crow--- on the cradle