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Morningside (For the Children) - Harry Belafonte
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Morningside (For the Children) Harry Belafonte

Morningside (For the Children) - Harry Belafonte
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 that sat around his great table
Touched it with their laughter
Ah and that was good
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