James Taylor Native Son
Mount up, move on
May you find the way back home
Down and down we go
Down into bright october
Brothers in arms no more
Now that the war is over
Have you waded in and been to hell
Will you lie upon the sofa
See to the decoration of your shell
Now that the war is over
Mount up, move on
Damn the darkness, speed the dawn
They lost, we won
Try to find your way back home
Native son
Down and down we go
Now that the war is over
Brothers in arms no more
Now that the war is over
Have you waded in and been to hell
Will you lie upon the sofa
See to the decoration of your shell
Now that the war is over
Mount up, move on
Damn the darkness, speed the dawn
They lost, we won
May you find your way back home
Native son
