The Unknown - Bruce Pratt

    You lay on Lincoln's bier
    The unknown one
    Ten years of forensics
    can't say which mother's son
    Is carried to the cassion behind the six greys
    In the rain to Arlington on Memorial Day

    You were someone's son
    And perhaps a brother too
    Maybe somewhere in this land
    There walks a young one looks like you
    Walking with his mother
    And walking in your way
    To the cemetery in the rain on Memorial Day

    Now the railsplitter's words
    will echo throughout the land
    And boy scouts and girl scouts
    Fifes and drums and marching bands
    But twenty-five hundred have still not come home
    The only one shall be called the unknown

    For sixty-nine hours in that rotunda alone
    Mourners passing by through the halls of polished stone
    Is your name in Maya's granite
    Where the sunlight will play
    When the rains are all gone
    This Memorial Day

    [Repeat Chorus]

    We have laid you to rest
    Our Vietnam son
    Saluted you with medal and flag and twenty-one guns
    But we can't give you back the life the war stole away
    But perhaps at last some peace this Memorial day

    [Repeat Chorus]

    © 1984 Words and music by Bruce Pratt


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