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Neil Diamond - Morningside (Live)
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This is a fantasy, pure fantasy
It's a dream
It's a dream about an old man who dies alone
And leaves a gift behind
And it is a fantasy

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 the old man signed
For my children

And the legs were shaped with his hands
And the top made of oaken wood
And all of the children sat around this table
Touched with their laughter
Ah, and it was good

Morningside
An old man died
And no one cried
He surely died alone
And truth is said
For not a child would claim the gift he had
The words he carved became his epitaph
For my children