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