Lyrics The Crow On the Cradle - Mary Black

The Crow On the Cradle

The sheeps in the meadow
The cows in the corn
Now is the time for a child to be born
Youll laugh at the moon and youll cry for the sun
And if its a boy hell carry a gun
Sang the crow on the cradle
And if it should be that this babys a girl
Never you mind if her hair doesnt 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
Somebodys baby is born for a fight
The crow on the cradle
The white on the black
Somebodys baby is not coming back
Sang the crow on the cradle
Bring me my gun and Ill shoot
That bird dead
Thats 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