THE CROW ON THE CRADLE

(by Sydney Carter)

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 he's a boy he will carry a gun,
	Sang the crow on the cradle,
	Sang the crow on the cradle

And if it should be that this baby's a girl,
O 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,
	Sang the crow on the cradle

Rockaby baby, the black and the white,
O somebody's baby is born for a fight
Rockaby baby, the white and the black,
O somebody's baby is not coming back,
	Sang the crow on the cradle,
	Sang the crow on the cradle

Your mother and father, they'll sweat and they'll save;
To build you a coffin and dig you a grave
Hushabye, little one, never you weep?
For we've got a toy that will put you to sleep,
	Sang the crow on the cradle,
	Sang the crow on the cradle

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

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