Of Missing Persons

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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

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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