[Intro]
[B7] [E] [B7] [E]
[Verse]
[B7] Morningside, the[E] old man died,
and n[B7]o one cried, they s[E]imply turned away.
And wh[A]en he died, he left a table made of na[E]ils and pride,
and with his hands he carved these w[B7]ords inside; "For my c[E]hildren."
[Verse]
[B7] Morning light, [E]morning bright,
I spe[B7]nt the night with drea[E]ms that make you weep.
Mor[A]ning time, wash away the sadness from these ey[E]es of mine,
for I recall the words the ol[B7]d man signed; "For my chi[E]ldren."
[Chorus]
(spoken)
[A]And the legs were shaped with his hands,
[E]and the top made of oaken wood,
[B7]and the children that sat around this great table
touched with their laughter, a[E]h, and that was good.
[Verse]
[B7] Morningside, a[E]n old man died,
and no [B7]one cried, he sur[E]ely died alone.
And truth[A] is sad, for not a child would claim the g[E]ift he had,
the words he carved became his e[B7]pitaph; "For my chi[E]ldren."
[Outro]
[B7] [E] [B7] [E]
[B7] [E] [B7] [E]
[Verse]
[B7] Morningside, the[E] old man died,
and n[B7]o one cried, they s[E]imply turned away.
And wh[A]en he died, he left a table made of na[E]ils and pride,
and with his hands he carved these w[B7]ords inside; "For my c[E]hildren."
[Verse]
[B7] Morning light, [E]morning bright,
I spe[B7]nt the night with drea[E]ms that make you weep.
Mor[A]ning time, wash away the sadness from these ey[E]es of mine,
for I recall the words the ol[B7]d man signed; "For my chi[E]ldren."
[Chorus]
(spoken)
[A]And the legs were shaped with his hands,
[E]and the top made of oaken wood,
[B7]and the children that sat around this great table
touched with their laughter, a[E]h, and that was good.
[Verse]
[B7] Morningside, a[E]n old man died,
and no [B7]one cried, he sur[E]ely died alone.
And truth[A] is sad, for not a child would claim the g[E]ift he had,
the words he carved became his e[B7]pitaph; "For my chi[E]ldren."
[Outro]
[B7] [E] [B7] [E]
