Morningside Lyrics

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"