Crow on the Cradle - Pete Seeger

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