Of Missing Persons Lyrics - Browne Jackson

Your father was a rounder 

He played that rock and roll 

A leaper and a bounder 

Down to his gypsy soul 

The music was his angel 

And sorrow was his star 

And those of us who follow 

Might hope to reach as far 

They're walking slow in Houston 

Speechless in D.C. 

There was no way I could tell you 

What he meant to me 

Your mother's a survivor 

She'll do what must be done 

Her children will revive her 

And help her see the sun 

She almost knew that unison 

But the singing stopped too soon 

Now she shares the silence 

With a man up in the moon 

To speak of missing persons 

Tonight there's only one 

And we all carry with us what the man's begun 

And you can sing this song 

On July the Fourth 

In the sunny south and the frozen north 

It's a day of loss, it's your day of birth 

Does it take a death to learn what a life is worth? 

Your brothers are all older 

And they'll take it in their stride 

The world's a little colder 

But manhood's on their side 

Now you're the little girl-child 

And you look so much like him 

And he's right there inside you 

Each time you want to sing 

Sing of missing persons 

Tonight there's only one 

But he's where you can find him when it's said and done 

And we will sing this song 

On July the Fourth 

In the sunny south and the frozen north 

This will always be your day of birth 

May you always see what your life is worth