Song | Of Missing Persons |
Artist | Jackson Browne |
Album | Hold Out |
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作词 : Browne | |
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's 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 | |
From the sunny south and the frozen north | |
This will always be your day of birth | |
May you always see what your life is worth |
zuo ci : Browne | |
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' s 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 girlchild | |
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 | |
From the sunny south and the frozen north | |
This will always be your day of birth | |
May you always see what your life is worth |
zuò cí : Browne | |
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' s 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 girlchild | |
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 | |
From the sunny south and the frozen north | |
This will always be your day of birth | |
May you always see what your life is worth |