Текст песни Browne Jackson - Of Missing Persons
Browne Jackson - Of Missing Persons слова песни
Your father was a rounderHe played that rock and rollA leaper and a bounderDown to his gypsy soulThe music was his angelAnd sorrow was his starAnd those of us who followMight hope to reach as farThey`re walking slow in HoustonSpeechless in D.C.There was no way I could tell youWhat he meant to meYour mother`s a survivorShe`ll do what must be doneHer children will revive herAnd help her see the sunShe almost knew that unisonBut the singing stopped too soonNow she shares the silenceWith a man up in the moonTo speak of missing personsTonight there`s only oneAnd we all carry with us what the man`s begunAnd you can sing this songOn July the FourthIn the sunny south and the frozen northIt`s a day of loss, it`s your day of birthDoes it take a death to learn what a life is worth?Your brothers are all olderAnd they`ll take it in their strideThe world`s a little colderBut manhood`s on their sideNow you`re the little girl-childAnd you look so much like himAnd he`s right there inside youEach time you want to singSing of missing personsTonight there`s only oneBut he`s where you can find him when it`s said and doneAnd we will sing this songOn July the FourthIn the sunny south and the frozen northThis will always be your day of birthMay you always see what your life is worth