Pete Seeger — The Crow and the Cradle

The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn Now is the time for a child to be born He'll cry for the moon, he'll laugh at the sun If he's a boy he'll carry a gun Sang the crow on the cradle If it should be that our baby's a girl Never ye 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 Rockabye baby, the dark and the light Somebody's baby is born for a fight Rockabye baby, the white and the black Somebody's baby is not coming back Sang the crow on the cradle You're mama and papa, they'll scrimp and they'll save Build you a coffin and dig you a grave Hushabye little one, why do you weep? We've got a toy that'll put you to sleep Sang the crow on the cradle Bring me a gun and I'll shoot that bird dead That's what your mama and papa once said Crow on the cradle, oh what shall I do? That is a thing that I leave up to you Sang the crow on the cradle