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