Native Ground Songtext
von Orthodox Celts

Waiting alone he saw the past
He saw the future he couldn′t rest
Stood in the shadow and prayed for the light
He closed his eyes and vanished in the night

Passing 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 choosed a place for his grave
He always wanted to die in Ireland

In next battle he wouldn't fail
He′ll cry no more and feel no pain
He'll touch again his native ground
Claim once more naked truth he found


In Yankee land he'll leave for good
Curse every bullet and every wound
For there′s nothing but a battlefield
If he must die he′ll die in Ireland

He always wanted to die in Ireland
He already choosed a place for his grave
He always wanted to die in Ireland

And now on the border he claims his life
Remembering all the things he could
Seeing the fog on the banks ablaze
He thanks his God for his misty ways

Finally he's touching his native ground
Kissing the winds and hugging the clouds
At last he found his peace of mind
And now he knows he′ll die in Ireland

He always wanted to die in Ireland
He already choosed a place for his grave
And now he's sure he′ll die in Ireland