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.