Morningside sing and play along

Morningside,

the old man died,

and no one cried.

They simply turned away.

And when he died,

wash he left a table made of nails and pride,

and with his hands he carved these words inside:

"For my children."

Morning light,

an morning bright,

I spent the night

with dreams that make you weep.

And Morning time,

wash a way the sadness from these eyes of mine,

for with recall the words an old man signed:

"For my children."

And the legs were shaped with his hands

and the top made of oaken

and the children that sat around this great table touched it with their laughter.

Ah, and that was good.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.