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Current song lyrics
This is a fantasy, pure fantasy<br />It's a dream<br />It's a dream about an old man who dies alone<br />And leaves a gift behind<br />And it is a fantasy<br /><br />Morningside<br />The old man died<br />And no one cried<br />They simply turned away<br />And when he died<br />He left a table made of nails and pride<br />And with his hands he carved these words inside<br />"For my children"<br /><br />Morning light<br />Morning bright<br />I spent the night<br />With dreams that make you weep<br />Morning time<br />Wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine<br />For I recall the words the old man signed<br />"For my children"<br /><br />And the legs were shaped with his hands<br />And the top made of oaken wood<br />And all of the children sat around this table<br />Touched with their laughter<br />Ah, and it was good<br /><br />Morningside<br />An old man died<br />And no one cried<br />He surely died alone<br />And truth is said<br />For not a child would claim the gift he had<br />The words he carved became his epitaph<br />"For my children"
New song lyrics
This is a fantasy, pure fantasy<br />It's a dream<br />It's a dream about an old man who dies alone<br />And leaves a gift behind<br />And it is a fantasy<br /><br />Morningside<br />The old man died<br />And no one cried<br />They simply turned away<br />And when he died<br />He left a table made of nails and pride<br />And with his hands he carved these words inside<br />"For my children"<br /><br />Morning light<br />Morning bright<br />I spent the night<br />With dreams that make you weep<br />Morning time<br />Wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine<br />For I recall the words the old man signed<br />"For my children"<br /><br />And the legs were shaped with his hands<br />And the top made of oaken wood<br />And all of the children sat around this table<br />Touched with their laughter<br />Ah, and it was good<br /><br />Morningside<br />An old man died<br />And no one cried<br />He surely died alone<br />And truth is said<br />For not a child would claim the gift he had<br />The words he carved became his epitaph<br />"For my children"
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