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 and 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 that this baby's a girl

Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl

With rings on her fingers DNA bells on her toes

A shadow above her wherever she goes

Sang the crow on the cradle



The crow on the cradle

The black on the white

Somebody's baby is born for a fight

The crow on the cradle

The white on 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 once said

A crow on the cradle what can we do

This is the thing I must leave up to you

Sang the crow on the cradle