Native Son
JAMES TAYLOR
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,
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.