Melanie DeMore: Music

I hear the Mother callin'
She is moaning, she is cryin'
She is reaching out to all of us-
She thinks she may be dying.

I hear the Mother callin'
from the jungle to the sea
Her voice is rumblin' under ground
beneath her dying trees:
I love you deep, my wild, wild children-
I birthed you into light
I made enough for all of you
but somethin' isn't right.

Oh I hear the Mother callin'
from the desert far away
Her voice is just a whisper now
She's losing more each day
Do you hear the Mother weeping
in the crowded city streets?
Where her children sift through garbage
looking for something to eat.
I gave you gifts to nourish you
shelter from the dark
and look at what you've done to me
when will you make it stop?

Oh I hear the Mother callin'
She is moanin, she is cryin'
She's reaching out to all of us-
She thinks she may be dying.