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MIFIIHEIIDEHSEIIMD.
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 bright

I spent the night
With dreams
that make you weep..
I spent the night
With dreams
that make you weep..
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 l
'For my children
And the legs were shaped
with his hands

And the top
made of oaken wood
And the children
who sat around
this great table

Touched with
their laughter
Ah, and that was good
An old man died

And no one cried
he surely died alone
truth is sad
And no one cried
he surely died alone
truth is sad
he surely died alone
truth is sad
For not a child
would claim

the gift he had
The words he carved
became his epitaph
'For my children...
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Title
Morningside
Artist
Neil Diamond
Brand
Legends
(8 Other Versions)
Code
LG197-07
Genres
adult standards, brill building pop, classic rock, folk rock, mellow gold, singer-songwriter, soft rock, yacht rock, heartland rock