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
An old man signed
'For my children'
And the legs were
Shaped with his hands
And the top made
Of oaken wood
And the children
Who sat around
This great table
Touched it 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 epitaph
'For my children'