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B7E Morningside, the old man died,
B7E and no one cried, they simply turned away.
AE And when he died, he left a table made of nails and pride,
B7E and with his hands he carved these words inside; "For my children."
 [Verse]
B7E Morning light, morning bright,
B7E I spent the night with dreams that make you weep.
AE Morning time, wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine,
B7E for I recall the words the old man signed; "For my children."
 (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
E touched with their laughter, ah, and that was good.
 [Verse]
B7E Morningside, an old man died,
B7E and no one cried, he surely died alone.
AE And truth is sad, for not a child would claim the gift he had,
B7E the words he carved became his epitaph; "For my children."
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