Crow On The Cradle

Intro -Bm

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The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn.
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Now is the time for a child to be born.
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You laugh at the moon, and you’ll cry for the sun.
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And if it’s a boy he can carry a gun.
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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.
Sand the crow on the cradle.

Crow on the cradle, the black and the white.
Somebody’s baby is born for a fight.
Crow on the cradle, the white and the black.
Somebody’s baby is not coming home.
Sang the crow on the cradle.

“Bring me my gun and I’ll shoot that bird dead”.
That’s what your mother and father have said.
Crow on the cradle, what shall we do?
“Now there is a thing that I’ll leave up to you”.
Sang the crow on the cradle.
Sang the crow on the cradle.