Neil Diamond - Morningside

^B7 Morningside, the^E old man died, and n^B7o one cried, they s^Eimply turned away. And wh^Aen he died, he left a table made of na^Eils and pride, and with his hands he carved these w^B7ords inside; "For my c^Ehildren."

^B7 Morning light, ^Emorning bright, I spe^B7nt the night with drea^Ems that make you weep. Mor^Aning time, wash away the sadness from these ey^Ees of mine, for I recall the words the ol^B7d man signed; "For my chi^Eldren."

^AAnd the legs were shaped with his hands, ^Eand the top made of oaken wood, ^B7and the children that sat around this great table touched with their laughter, a^Eh, and that was good.

^B7 Morningside, a^En old man died, and no ^B7one cried, he sur^Eely died alone. And truth^A is sad, for not a child would claim the g^Eift he had, the words he carved became his e^B7pitaph; "For my chi^Eldren."