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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Dejan Grujic, Nikola Vranjkovic, Aleksandar D Petrovic, Dragana Ponjavic
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