Karaoké Morningside 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 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 who sat around this great table touched it with their laughter

Ah that was good

Morningside

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 epitaph

For my children