Woka, Woka, Woka
Woka, Woka, Woka in the sky, The Dust-Off's [?] slowly coming, As in the blood and dust I lie, My breath is hard in coming.
Ah, ha ha ha ha ha ha. Ar
My breath is hard in coming
Woka, Woka, Woka in the sky, The Dust-Off's [?] homeward flying, Medic kneeling by my side, With morphine I am flying.
Ra, ra, ra
With morphine I am flying
Woka, Woka, Woka in the sky, The Dust-Off's hovering, landing, Am-bu-lance is standing by,
What is this Darkness falling?
Ha, ha, ha, ha. [silence]
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