Morningside Chords by Neil Diamond
Tempo:
124.2 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
D
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B]
[E]
This is a fantasy, [D] pure [G] fantasy.
[C] It's a dream.
[C#] It's a dream about an old man who dies [G] alone,
[D] and leaves a [A] gift behind.
And it is a fantasy.
[B]
[E]
[B]
[E]
[B]
Morning sighed,
[E] the old man died,
[B]
and no one cried.
[E] They simply turned away,
[A] and when he died,
he left a table made [E] of nails and pride.
And with his hands he [B] carved these words in sight.
[E] For my children,
[D]
[B] morning light,
[E] morning bright,
[B]
I spent the night
[E] with dreams that make you [A] weep.
Morning time,
wash away the sadness from [E] these eyes of mine.
For I recall the words [B] an old man sighed.
For [E] my children.
[A] And the legs were shaped with his [E] [A] hands,
[F#m]
[E] on the top made of oak and wood.
[F#m]
[B] And all of the children that gathered around this great table
touched it with their laughter.
[E] Ah, and that was good.
[B] Morning sighed,
[E] an old man died,
[B] and no one cried.
[E] He surely died alone.
[A] And truth is said,
for not a child would claim [E] the gift he had.
The words he carved became
[B] his epitaph.
[E] For my children.
[B]
Home.
[E] Home.
[B] Home.
[E] Home.
[Bm] [N]
[E]
This is a fantasy, [D] pure [G] fantasy.
[C] It's a dream.
[C#] It's a dream about an old man who dies [G] alone,
[D] and leaves a [A] gift behind.
And it is a fantasy.
[B]
[E]
[B]
[E]
[B]
Morning sighed,
[E] the old man died,
[B]
and no one cried.
[E] They simply turned away,
[A] and when he died,
he left a table made [E] of nails and pride.
And with his hands he [B] carved these words in sight.
[E] For my children,
[D]
[B] morning light,
[E] morning bright,
[B]
I spent the night
[E] with dreams that make you [A] weep.
Morning time,
wash away the sadness from [E] these eyes of mine.
For I recall the words [B] an old man sighed.
For [E] my children.
[A] And the legs were shaped with his [E] [A] hands,
[F#m]
[E] on the top made of oak and wood.
[F#m]
[B] And all of the children that gathered around this great table
touched it with their laughter.
[E] Ah, and that was good.
[B] Morning sighed,
[E] an old man died,
[B] and no one cried.
[E] He surely died alone.
[A] And truth is said,
for not a child would claim [E] the gift he had.
The words he carved became
[B] his epitaph.
[E] For my children.
[B]
Home.
[E] Home.
[B] Home.
[E] Home.
[Bm] [N]
Key:
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[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ This is a fantasy, [D] _ _ _ _ pure [G] fantasy.
_ _ [C] _ _ _ It's a dream.
_ _ _ [C#] It's a dream about an old man who dies [G] alone,
_ _ _ _ _ [D] and leaves a [A] gift behind. _ _ _ _ _ _
And it is a fantasy.
_ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
Morning sighed, _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] the old man died, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
and no one cried. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] They simply turned away, _ _
[A] and when he died, _ _ _
_ he left a table made [E] of nails and pride. _ _
_ _ And with his hands he [B] carved these words in sight. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] For my children, _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
[B] _ morning light, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ morning bright, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ I spent the night _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] with dreams that make you _ _ _ [A] weep.
Morning time, _ _ _ _
_ wash away the sadness from [E] these eyes of mine. _ _ _ _
_ For I recall the words [B] an old man sighed. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ For [E] my children. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ And the legs were shaped with his [E] [A] hands,
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
[E] _ on the top made of oak and wood. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
[B] _ And all of the children that gathered around this great table
touched it with their laughter. _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ Ah, and that was good.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ Morning sighed, _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ an old man died, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] and no one cried. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] He surely died alone. _
[A] And truth is said, _ _ _ _
_ for not a child would claim [E] the gift he had. _ _ _
_ The words he carved became _
[B] his _ epitaph. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] For my children. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
Home. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ Home. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ Home. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ Home. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ This is a fantasy, [D] _ _ _ _ pure [G] fantasy.
_ _ [C] _ _ _ It's a dream.
_ _ _ [C#] It's a dream about an old man who dies [G] alone,
_ _ _ _ _ [D] and leaves a [A] gift behind. _ _ _ _ _ _
And it is a fantasy.
_ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
Morning sighed, _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] the old man died, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
and no one cried. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] They simply turned away, _ _
[A] and when he died, _ _ _
_ he left a table made [E] of nails and pride. _ _
_ _ And with his hands he [B] carved these words in sight. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] For my children, _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
[B] _ morning light, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ morning bright, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ I spent the night _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] with dreams that make you _ _ _ [A] weep.
Morning time, _ _ _ _
_ wash away the sadness from [E] these eyes of mine. _ _ _ _
_ For I recall the words [B] an old man sighed. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ For [E] my children. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ And the legs were shaped with his [E] [A] hands,
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
[E] _ on the top made of oak and wood. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
[B] _ And all of the children that gathered around this great table
touched it with their laughter. _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ Ah, and that was good.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ Morning sighed, _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ an old man died, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] and no one cried. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] He surely died alone. _
[A] And truth is said, _ _ _ _
_ for not a child would claim [E] the gift he had. _ _ _
_ The words he carved became _
[B] his _ epitaph. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] For my children. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
Home. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ Home. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ Home. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ Home. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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