Remembering The Crow On The Cradle © Magnet

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 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; 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 Your mother and father will sweat and they’ll slave; To build you a coffin and dig you a grave; Hush-a-bye little one, neve...