Orthodox Celts Native Ground
Waitin` Alone He Saw The Past
He Saw The Future He Couldn`t Rest
He Stood In The Shadow An` Prayed For The Light
He Closed His Eyas And Vanished In The Night
Passin` Through The Nightmares In A Distant World
His Questions Were Answered
His Prayers Were Heard
And Now Quietly He Hunts The Sky
Warrior Forgotten With A Tear In His Eye
He Always Wanted To Die In Ireland
He Already Chose A Place For His Grave
He Always Wanted To Die In Ireland
In Next Battle He Wouldn`t Fail
He’ll Cry No More An` Feel No Pain
He’ll Touch Again His Native Ground
Claimin` Again Maked Truth He Found
Yankee Land He`ll Leave For Good
Curse Every Bullet An` Every Wound
For There`s Nothin` But A Battlefield
If He Must Die He`ll Die In Ireland
He Always Wanted To Die In Ireland
He Already Chose A Place For His Grave
He Always Wanted To Die In Ireland
And Now On The Board He Reclaims His Life
Remembering All The Things He Could
Seein` The Fog On The Banks Of Clays
He Thanks His God For His Misty Ways
Finally He`s Touchin He`s Native Ground
Kissin` The Winds An` Huggin` The Clowds
At Last He Found His Pice Of Mind
And Now He Knows He`ll Die In Ireland
He Always Wanted To Die In Ireland
He Already Chose A Place For His Grave
He Always Wanted To Die In Ireland
