Morningside - Neil Diamond

作词：Neil Diamond

作曲：Neil Diamond

Morningside

The old man died

And no one cried

They simply turned away

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

the old man signed

For my children

And the legs were

shaped with his hands

And the top made

of oaken wood

And the children sat

around this gray table

Touched with their laughter

Ah and that was good

Morningside

And 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 epitath

For my children