[00:00.000] 作曲 : Judy Collins
[00:11.296]The sheep's in the meadow,
[00:14.129] the cow's in the corn
[00:17.695]Now is the time for a child to be born
[00:23.895]He'll cry at the moon and he'll laugh at the sun
[00:29.878]If he's a boy he'll carry a gun
[00:34.945]Sang the crow on the cradle
[00:44.844]If it should be that our baby's a girl
[00:51.611]Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl
[00:57.010]Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
[01:03.226]A bomber above her wherever she goes
[01:08.394]Sang the crow on the cradle
[01:18.575]Rockabye baby, the dark and the light
[01:25.326]Somebody's baby is born for a fight
[01:31.242]Rockabye baby, the white and the black
[01:38.443]Somebody's baby is not coming back
[01:43.825]Sang the crow on the cradle
[02:00.206]Your mother and father they'll scrap and they'll save
[02:07.548]Build you a coffin and dig you a grave
[02:13.626]Hush a bye little one, why do you weep?
[02:19.861]We have a toy that will put you to sleep
[02:25.960]Sang the crow on the cradle
[02:38.712]Bring me a gun and I'll shoot that bird dead
[02:45.668]That's what your father and mother once said
[02:51.752]Crow on the cradle, what shall I do?
[02:58.565]That is the thing I'll leave up to you
[03:05.254]Sang the crow on the cradle

作曲 : Judy Collins
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 at the moon and 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 you mind if her hair doesn't curl
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
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
Your mother and father they'll scrap and they'll save
Build you a coffin and dig you a grave
Hush a bye little one, why do you weep?
We have 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 father and mother once said
Crow on the cradle, what shall I do?
That is the thing I'll leave up to you
Sang the crow on the cradle