[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com [01:19.79]Morningside [01:27.90]The old man died [01:35.33]And no one cried [01:42.50]They simply turned away [01:46.74]And when he died [01:51.30]He left a table made of nails and pride [01:59.29]And with his hands he carved these words inside [02:09.90]For my children [02:18.41]Morning light [02:25.71]Morning bright [02:33.52]I spent the night [02:40.26]With dreams that make you weep [02:44.56]Morning time [02:48.87]Wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine [02:56.92]For I recall the words the old man signed [03:07.09]For my children [03:16.89]And the legs were shaped with his hands [03:23.81]And the top made of oaken wood [03:31.86]And the children sat around this table [03:35.23]Touched with their laughter [03:40.10]Ah and that was good [03:47.46]Morningside [03:54.76]An old man died [04:02.19]And no one cried [04:09.18]He surely died alone [04:13.36]And truth is sad [04:17.85]For not a child would claim the gift he had [04:25.84]The words he carved became his epitath [04:36.45]For my children
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[01:19.79]Morningside
[01:27.90]The old man died
[01:35.33]And no one cried
[01:42.50]They simply turned away
[01:46.74]And when he died
[01:51.30]He left a table made of nails and pride
[01:59.29]And with his hands he carved these words inside
[02:09.90]For my children
[02:18.41]Morning light
[02:25.71]Morning bright
[02:33.52]I spent the night
[02:40.26]With dreams that make you weep
[02:44.56]Morning time
[02:48.87]Wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine
[02:56.92]For I recall the words the old man signed
[03:07.09]For my children
[03:16.89]And the legs were shaped with his hands
[03:23.81]And the top made of oaken wood
[03:31.86]And the children sat around this table
[03:35.23]Touched with their laughter
[03:40.10]Ah and that was good
[03:47.46]Morningside
[03:54.76]An old man died
[04:02.19]And no one cried
[04:09.18]He surely died alone
[04:13.36]And truth is sad
[04:17.85]For not a child would claim the gift he had
[04:25.84]The words he carved became his epitath
[04:36.45]For my children