Morningside

[00:05.56] Morningside
[00:25.75] The old man died
[00:33.06] And no one cried
[00:41.12] They simply turned away
[00:49.39] And when he died
[00:53.03] He left a table made of nails and pride
[01:00.35] And with his hands he carved these words inside
[01:08.44] "For my children"
[01:17.58] Morning light
[01:24.83] Morning bright
[01:31.12] I spent the night
[01:39.34] With dreams that make you weep
[01:43.80] Morning time
[01:48.38] Wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine
[01:54.77] For I recall the words an old man sighed
[02:04.72] "For my children"
[02:13.73] And the legs were shaped with his hands
[02:18.32] And the top made of oaken wood
[02:26.41] And the children that sat around this great table
[02:31.99] Touched it with their laughter
[02:36.41] Ah, and that was good
[02:42.73] Morningside
[02:48.27] An old man died
[02:58.25] And no one cried
[03:04.52] He surely died alone
[03:10.02] And truth is sad
[03:20.08] For not a child would claim the gift he had
[03:21.89] The words he carved became his epitaph
[03:29.10] "For my children"
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