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Native Son

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Folk

Skladba Native Son vyšla 1. ledna 1997 Cooking Vinyl na albu Deep Dark Ocean

Podrobnosti o skladbě

AlbumDeep Dark Ocean

Datum vydání1. ledna 1997

ŠtítekCooking Vinyl

JazykEnglish

Melodičnost

Akustičnost

Valence

Tanečnost

Energie

BPM136

PŘEHLED

TEXTY

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Oysterband

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ian Telfer

Composer

Alan Prosser

Composer

John Jones

Composer

Texty

Some are born to plough the fields of home

Some are born to happiness and never start to roam

I bent the bow, I let the arrow fly

Your children go—do you ever wonder why?

Cross my heart, there's nothing I'd regret

Just that single perfect path, I haven't found it yet

Let's work it out, it's not too late to try

I said, "Get real, I didn't say goodbye"

'Cause I was born to tell the truth and run

Remember me, remember me

It was all for love, the crazy things I've done

Remember me, I'm still your native son

Remember me, I'm still your native son

Oh, native son

Oh, native son

Some are born to watch the years go by

Some are born to happiness, it comes as no surprise

I bent the bow, I let the arrow fly

I said, "Get real, I never said goodbye"

'Cause I was born to tell the truth and run

Remember me, remember me

It was all for love, the crazy things I've done

Remember me, I'm still your native son

Remember me, I'm still your native son

Oh, native son

Oh, native son

Oh, native son

Oh, native son

Remember me, I'm still your native son

Written by: Alan Prosser, Ian Telfer, John Jones

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