Crow On The Cradle (Sydney Carter)     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 and laugh at the sun If he's a boy, he'll carry a gun Sang the crow on the cradle If it should happen that our baby's a girl Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes And a bomber above her wherever she goes Sang the crow on the cradle Rockaby baby the dark and the light Somebody's baby is born for a fight Rockaby baby, the white and the black Somebody's baby is not coming back Sang the crow on the cradle Your mammy and pappy, they'll scrape and they'll save Build you a coffin and dig you a grave Hushaby little one, why do you weep We've got a toy that will 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 mammy and pappy once said Crow on the cradle, oh what should I do That is a thing that I leave to you Sang the crow on the cradle.   ©Copyright Stainer & Bell, Ltd. SOF