The Dying Soldier Christy Moore

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"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

[Refrain]
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

[Refrain]
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 eyes are closin', I see someone comin'
He turns his back and runs away
They stop shootin', it started rainin'
This must be the way