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