Written by: neil diamond

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 the children sat around this table
Touched with their laughter
Ah, and that was good

Morningside
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 carved became his epitath
For my children

• All I Really Need is You
• America
• Be
• Beautiful Noise
• Brooklyn Roads
• Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show
• Cherry Cherry
• Cracklin' Rosie
• Crunchy Granola Suite
• Desiree
• Forever in Blue Jeans
• Girl, You'll Be a Woman Soon
• Headed for The Future
• Heartbreak Hotel
• Heartlight
• Hello Again
• Holly Holy
• I Got The Feelin'
• I'm a Believer
• If You Know What I Mean
• Kentucky Woman
• Longfellow Serenade
• Love on The Rocks
• Morningside
• Play Me
• Red, Red Wine
• September Morn
• Shilo
• Solitary Man
• Song Sung Blue
• Soolaimon
• Sweet Caroline
• Thank The Lord for The Night Time
• You Don't Bring Me Flowers
• You Got to Me