Harry Belafonte - Morningside (For the Children) lyrics
[Harry Belafonte - Morningside For the Children lyrics]
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 that sat
Around his great table
Touched it with their laughter
Ah and that was good
Morning side an old man died
And no one cried he surely died alone
And truth is sad
For not a children would claim
The gift he had the words he had carved
Became his epitaph "For my children"
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