Neil Diamond – Morningside (Guitar)

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    Morningside,        the old man died,

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and no one cried, they simply turned away.

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And when he died, he left a table made of nails and pride, 

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and with his hands he carved these words inside; "For my children."

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     Morning light,         morning bright,

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I spent the night with dreams that make you weep.

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Morning time, wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine,

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for I recall the words the old man signed; "For my children."

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And the legs were shaped with his hands,

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and the top made of oaken wood,

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and the children that sat around this great table

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touched with their laughter, ah, and that was good.

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    Morningside,         an old man died,

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and no one cried, he surely died alone.

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And truth is sad, for not a child would claim the gift he had,

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the words he carved became his epitaph; "For my children."