The Dying Soldier

The Dying Soldier - Christy Moore

"Look at the dying soldier" I heard someone whisper then i saw the blood come through my shirt

Am i going to die here I don't wanna die here Someone come and pick me from the dirt

I don't belong here i don't wanna die here Oh no

I don't belong here don't let me die here Oh no

My hands are gettin' colder My thoughts are growing weaker this must be the way it is

Stop the shootin' don't ya see i'm dying Someone come and say a prayer

I don't belong here i don't wanna die here Oh no

I don't belong here don't let me die here Oh no

My eye's are closin' i see someone comin' he turns his back and runs away

They stop shootin' it started rainin' This must be the way

I don't belong here i don't wanna die here Oh no

I don't belong here don't let me die here Oh no

I want to go back home where my friends are i want to go on livin' days

I want to go back home where my friends are i want to go on livin' days

I want to go back home where my friends are i want to go on livin' days