The sheep's in the meadow
The cow's in the corn
Now is the time for a child to be born
You'll laugh at the moon
You'll 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 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

Bring me my gun
I'll shoot that bird dead
That's what your mother and father once said
The crow on the cradle
What can we do
This is a thing I must leave up to you

Sang the crow on the cradle
Sang the crow on the cradle