DESCRIPTION:
En una historia por demás sensible, Neil escribió la que yo considero una de sus mejores canciones. Grabada originalmente para su álbum MOODS, de 1972, escuchas ahora una versión de 1983. Al iniciar Neil comenta: "Y esta la historia de un 'viejo'... y de su legado... y esto es un sueño... y es una fantasía"


Morningside (original de 1972, versión en vivo de 1983)

"And this is the story of an old man"
"About a gift"
"And this is a dream"
"And this is a fantasy"

Morningside
An old man died
And no one cried
They surely 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 the most beautiful oaken wood"
"And all of the children that gat around this great table"
"They touched it with their laughter"
"And all that was good"

Morningside
The old man died
And no one cried
He surely died alone

And truth is sad
For not a child would claim the gift he had
The words he carved became his epitaph
"For my children"

Home
Going home
Take me home
Home