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The Dying Soldier
Christy Moore Lyrics


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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)

My eye's are closin', i see someone comin', he turns his back and runs away.
They stop shootin', it started rainin', This must be the way.

(Refrain)

I want to go back home where my friends are, i want to go on livin' days.
I want to go back home where my friends are, i want to go on livin' days.
I want to go back home where my friends are, i want to go on livin' days.

(Instrumental)

Overall Meaning

The song "The Dying Soldier" by Christy Moore tells the story of a soldier who is dying on the battlefield. He hears someone whispering that he is dying, and he can see the blood coming through his shirt. He is scared and desperate for help, asking someone to come and pick him up from the dirt. He doesn't want to die in that place, as he feels like he doesn't belong there. The soldier's hands are getting colder, and his thoughts are growing weaker, as he faces the reality of his situation. He pleads with the enemy to stop shooting, and asks someone to say a prayer for him.


The soldier's eyes are closing, but he sees someone coming towards him. However, the person turns their back and runs away, leaving the soldier to die alone. The shooting eventually stops, and it starts raining as the soldier takes his last breath. He longs to go back home to where his friends are, to continue living his life.


The song is a powerful anti-war ballad that highlights the devastating effects of war on soldiers and their loved ones. It reminds us of the human cost of conflict, and the importance of cherishing life and peace. Through the soldier's words, we can feel his fear, pain, and longing, and we are encouraged to reflect on the senselessness of war.


Line by Line Meaning

"Look at the dying soldier", I heard someone whisper, then i saw the blood come through my shirt.
A voice whispered to me, 'look at that dying soldier', and I saw my own blood seeping through my shirt.


Am i going to die here? I don't wanna die here! Someone come and pick me from the dirt.
I'm questioning, 'will I die here?' and begging someone to save me from this fate.


"I don't belong here, i don't wanna die here, Oh no!
I don't feel like I belong here and I don't want to die in this place.


I don't belong here, don't let me die here, Oh no!"
I continue to express that I don't belong and plead for someone to save me.


My hands are gettin' colder, My thoughts are growing weaker, this must be the way it is.
My body is giving up as my hands grow colder and my mind gets weaker, accepting that this may be the end.


Stop the shootin', don't ya see i'm dying? Someone come and say a prayer.
I'm pleading for the violence to stop and for someone to acknowledge my tragic state.


My eye's are closin', i see someone comin', he turns his back and runs away.
As my eyes become heavy, I see someone approaching but they abandon me and run away.


They stop shootin', it started rainin', This must be the way.
The fighting comes to a halt and it starts raining, indicating that this is the way things must be.


I want to go back home where my friends are, i want to go on livin' days.
I desire to return to the safety of my home where my friends are and to experience more days of life.


I want to go back home where my friends are, i want to go on livin' days.
I repeat my desire to go back home and keep living.




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