[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com [01:20.73]Morningside [01:28.55]The old man died [01:36.23]And no one cried [01:44.49]They simply turned away [01:48.74]And when he died [01:53.61]He left a table made of nails and pride [02:01.23]And with his hands he carved these words inside [02:11.23]For my children [02:19.23]Morning light [02:27.24]Morning bright [02:34.43]I spent the night [02:42.05]With dreams that make you weep [02:46.05]Morning time [02:50.24]Wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine [02:58.36]For I recall the words the old man signed [03:08.86]For my children [03:18.55]And the legs were shaped with his hands [03:24.74]And the top made of oaken wood [03:31.97]And the children sat around this table [03:35.03]Touched with their laughter [03:40.03]Ah and that was good [03:47.91]Morningside [03:55.41]An old man died [04:02.60]And no one cried [04:09.97]He surely died alone [04:14.16]And truth is sad [04:18.54]For not a child would claim the gift he had [04:26.47]The words he carved became his epitath [04:36.72]For my children
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[01:20.73]Morningside
[01:28.55]The old man died
[01:36.23]And no one cried
[01:44.49]They simply turned away
[01:48.74]And when he died
[01:53.61]He left a table made of nails and pride
[02:01.23]And with his hands he carved these words inside
[02:11.23]For my children
[02:19.23]Morning light
[02:27.24]Morning bright
[02:34.43]I spent the night
[02:42.05]With dreams that make you weep
[02:46.05]Morning time
[02:50.24]Wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine
[02:58.36]For I recall the words the old man signed
[03:08.86]For my children
[03:18.55]And the legs were shaped with his hands
[03:24.74]And the top made of oaken wood
[03:31.97]And the children sat around this table
[03:35.03]Touched with their laughter
[03:40.03]Ah and that was good
[03:47.91]Morningside
[03:55.41]An old man died
[04:02.60]And no one cried
[04:09.97]He surely died alone
[04:14.16]And truth is sad
[04:18.54]For not a child would claim the gift he had
[04:26.47]The words he carved became his epitath
[04:36.72]For my children