the crow on the cradle

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

sang the crow on the cradle