CAILLEAGH Tim Hall Little boy sitting at the window Watching the world go by Somewhere out in Srebrenica Another boy has to die Watching the sky as the clouds turn to rain Wondering if it has to be this way Again and again CHORUS: Cailleagh, Mother of all The night crow comes To show us our world Cailleagh, come when we call The night crow comes To purify our souls Mama crow sitting on the rooftop Watches the world with one eye Spreading out her feathered wings She utters a warning cry Look deep within to investigate the cause She will change everything, we can but do That which is ours. CHORUS: Cailleagh, Mother of all The night crow comes To show us our world Cailleagh, come when we call The night crow comes To purify us all Om kang Kalika Nama Om