Haiti - Christy Moore

Haiti was born, The Calabash was broken

The waters of the world flowed down the mountain

From the sacred caves came the Mestizo

Island people of the Arawak Taino

In Port-Au-Prince the city has fallen

From rubble and dust a voice is calling

Hear the fearful cry of a frightened nation

Carried on the wind from the Carribean Ocean

O Haiti when I heard your cry I knew that you were broken

O Haiti you will rise again, one day you’ll smile again

My Creole sistr

Way back in the time when Skibbreen lay mourning

There came a message of love from the Choctaw nation