Morningside Lyrics

Song Text:

MorningsideThe old man diedAnd no one criedThey simply turned
awayAnd when he diedHe left a table made of nails and prideAnd with
his hands he carved these words inside"For my children"Morning
lightMorning brightI spent the nightWith dreams that make you
weepMorning timeWash away the sadness from these eyes of mineFor I
recall the words the old man signed"For my children"And the legs
were shaped with his handsAnd the top made of oaken woodAnd the children
sat around this tableTouched with their laughterAh, and that was
goodMorningsideAn old man diedAnd no one criedHe surely died
aloneAnd truth is sadFor not a child would claim the gift he hadThe
words he carved became his epitath"For my children"