This song came to my mind as I watched my two tiny foster kittens sleeping, because the silence that falls when these two kittens are sleeping is as intense as the the silence of a baby sleeping. It is a different silence than the simple silence of being alone. What gives it such intensity and what makes it so different from the silence of an adult sleeping are questions that pose a true riddle.
I gave my love a cherry it had no stone, I gave my love a chicken it had no bone, I told my love a story it had no end, I gave my love a baby with no cryin’.
How can there be a cherry it has no stone? How can there be a chicken it has no bone, How can there be a story, it has no end? How can there be a baby with no cryin’?
A cherry when it’s bloomin’ it has no stone. A chicken when it’s hatchin’ it has no bone. The story of our love, it has no end. A baby when it’s sleepin’, has no cryin’.
The Riddle Song is a traditional children’s folk song with many versions.This one was collected by Jean Ritchie, a daughter of Eastern Kentucky and “The Mother of Folk,” who collected songs from her native Appalachia and introduced mountain dulcimer music to the outside world. Jean Ritchie, a senior warrior herself, died June 2, 2015, at the age of 92 in Berea, Ky. NY Times Jean Ritchie obituary.


