Morningside lyrics

Artist  : Neil Diamond 
Song : Morningside
 


Written by: Neil
Diamond

Morningside
The old man
died
And no one cried
They simply turned
away
And when he died
He left a table made
of nails and pride
And with his hands he
carved these words inside
"For my
children"

Morning light
Morning
bright
I spent the night
With dreams that
make you weep
Morning time
Wash away the
sadness from these eyes of mine
For I recall
the words the old man signed
"For my
children"

And the legs were shaped with
his hands
And the top made of oaken
wood
And the children sat around this
table
Touched with their laughter
Ah, and
that was good

Morningside
An old man
died
And no one cried
He surely died
alone
And truth is sad
For not a child
would claim the gift he had
The words he
carved became his epitath
"For my children"