The sheep's in the meadow
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The cow's in the corn
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Now is the time for a child to be born
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He'll laugh at the moon
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And cry for the sun
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And if it's a boy he'll carry a gun
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Sang the crow on the cradle
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And if it should be that this baby's a girl
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Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl
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With rings on her fingers
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And bells on her toes
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And a bomber above her wherever she goes
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Sang the crow on the cradle
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The crow on the cradle
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The black and the white
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Somebody's baby is born for a fight
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The crow on the cradle
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The white and the black
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Somebody's baby is not coming back
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Sang the crow on the cradle
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Your mother and father will sweat and they'll slave
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To build you a coffin and dig you a grave
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Hush-a-bye little one, never you weep
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For we've got a toy that can put you to sleep
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Sang the crow on the cradle
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Bring me my gun, and I'll shoot that bird dead
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That's what your mother and father once said
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The crow on the cradle, what can we do
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Ah, this is a thing that I'll leave up to you
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Sang the crow on the cradle
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Sang the crow on the cradle
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The Crow On The Cradle
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| Jackson Browne |
