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💎NEIL DIAMOND ~ MORNINGSIDE [HAN 1972] LIVE AUDIO

NEIL DIAMOND CENTRAL WEBSITE - http://www.neildiamondcentral.com/ 'THE STORY OF THE SONG IS IN THE SONG' - ND This video is dedicated to Nancy Bandusena, for this song has touched her soul. "Morningside is a very sad song. It's a song of dying alone, something I've been aware of for a long time. I was struck by it when my grandparents passed away - that they did die alone - that they weren't with their children when they died. A year and a half ago I was in London for the first time. I passed this shop and saw a beautiful table in the window. It was carved by hand and for some reason the two things came together and the song started then." ND 1972 "I’ve always regretted not filming the Hot August Night concert in ‘72, an album so pivotal in my career." - ND (2018) Neil Diamond at his electrifying, mesmerizing and hypnotic best. "And when he died he left a table made of nails and pride ..." "And truth is sad for not a child would claim the gift he had ..." MORNINGSIDE (Moods -1972 - Age: 31) NEIL DIAMOND This Live Version: Hot August Night (1972) 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 tide Wash away the sadness From these eyes of mine For I recall the words an old man signed 'For my children' [Spoken:] And the legs were shaped with his hands And the top made of oaken wood And all the children That gathered around this great table Touched it with their laughter Ah, and that was good Morningside An 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'

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