Lyin on the cold hard ground With the echoes of a canon round My lungs are full of smoke and fear And the rain is mixin with my tears Oh save me Clara, I fear I'm fadin Hold me Clara, don't keep me waitin I don't have long My hands are lyin on the ground I can't feel what they're sayin Haunted by the terrible sound Of the priest above me prayin Oh save me Clara, I fear I'm fadin Hold me Clara, don't keep me waitin I don't have long