Lyrics：Neil Diamond Music：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 childen' 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 an old man signed 'For my children' And the legs were shaped with his hands And the top made of oaken wood And the children that sat around his table Touched it 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 children would claim the gift he had The words he carved became his epitaph 'For my children'
Lyrics：Neil Diamond Music：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 childen' 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 an old man signed 'For my children' And the legs were shaped with his hands And the top made of oaken wood And the children that sat around his table Touched it 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 children would claim the gift he had The words he carved became his epitaph 'For my children'
