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 and 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