| Song | Of Missing Persons |
| Artist | Jackson Browne |
| Album | Hold Out |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |