Morningside

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[Verse]
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    Morningside,        the old man 
died,
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and no one cried, they simply turned
 away.
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And when he died, he left a table 
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made of nails and pride,
and with his hands he carved these 
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words inside; "For my children."

[Verse]
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     Morning light,         morning 
bright,
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I spent the night with dreams that 
make you weep.
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Morning time, wash away the sadness
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 from these eyes of mine,
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for I recall the words the old man 
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signed; "For my children."

[Chorus]
(spoken)
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And the legs were shaped with his 
hands,
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and the top made of oaken wood,
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and the children that sat around 
this great table
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touched with their laughter, ah, and
 that was good.

[Verse]
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    Morningside,         an old man 
died,
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and no one cried, he surely died 
alone.
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And truth is sad, for not a child 
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would claim the gift he had,
the words he carved became his 
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epitaph; "For my children."