Текст песни Mary Black - The Crow on The Cradle
Mary Black - The Crow on The Cradle слова песни
The sheeps in the meadowThe cows in the cornNow is the time for a child to be bornYoull laugh at the moon and youll cry for the sunAnd if its a boy hell carry a gunSang the crow on the cradleAnd if it should be that this babys a girlNever you mind if her hair doesnt curlWith rings on her fingers dna bells on her toesA shadow above her wherever she goesSang the crow on the cradleThe crow on the cradleThe black on the whiteSomebodys baby is born for a fightThe crow on the cradleThe white on the blackSomebodys baby is not coming backSang the crow on the cradleBring me my gun and Ill shootThat bird deadThats what your mother andFather once saidA crow on the cradle what can we doThis is the thing I must leave up to youSang the crow on the cradle