Morningside Lyrics

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 that sat around his great table Touched it with their laughter Ah and that was good Morning side An 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 had carved Became his epitaph "For my children"