Chords for Neil Diamond - Morningside
Tempo:
116.6 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
Em
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B]
[E]
[D] [C]
And this is a fantasy, [C#] pure fantasy.
[G] It's a dream, [A] a dream about an old man that dies alone, [B] and of a gift he leaves behind.
[Em] [E]
[B] Moaning sighed,
[E] the old man died,
[B] and no one cried.
[Em] Simply he [E] 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 inside for
[E] my children.
[F#m]
[E]
[A] And the neck was shaped with his hands,
[E] and on the top made of the most beautiful oak and wood.
[F#] [E]
[B] And all of the children that gathered around this great table and clutched it with their laughter,
[E] and all that was good.
[B] Moaning sighed,
[E] the 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] a song for
[G#m]
[B] [E] my children.
[C#m]
[B]
[E]
[B]
Moaning [E] sighed, the old man died, and no one cried.
[E]
[D] [C]
And this is a fantasy, [C#] pure fantasy.
[G] It's a dream, [A] a dream about an old man that dies alone, [B] and of a gift he leaves behind.
[Em] [E]
[B] Moaning sighed,
[E] the old man died,
[B] and no one cried.
[Em] Simply he [E] 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 inside for
[E] my children.
[F#m]
[E]
[A] And the neck was shaped with his hands,
[E] and on the top made of the most beautiful oak and wood.
[F#] [E]
[B] And all of the children that gathered around this great table and clutched it with their laughter,
[E] and all that was good.
[B] Moaning sighed,
[E] the 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] a song for
[G#m]
[B] [E] my children.
[C#m]
[B]
[E]
[B]
Moaning [E] sighed, the old man died, and no one cried.
Key:
E
B
A
Em
D
E
B
A
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_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ And this is a fantasy, _ [C#] pure fantasy.
_ [G] _ It's a dream, [A] _ a dream about an old man that dies alone, _ [B] and of a gift he leaves behind. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ Moaning sighed, _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] the old man died, _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ and no one cried. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] Simply he [E] 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 inside _ for _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] my children.
_ _ _ [F#m] _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ And the neck was shaped with his hands,
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ and on the top made of the most beautiful oak and wood.
_ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ And all of the children that gathered around this great table and clutched it with their laughter, _ _ _ _
[E] _ and all that was good. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ Moaning sighed,
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] the 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] a song _ for _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#m] _
[B] [E] my children. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Moaning [E] sighed, the old man died, and no one cried. _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ And this is a fantasy, _ [C#] pure fantasy.
_ [G] _ It's a dream, [A] _ a dream about an old man that dies alone, _ [B] and of a gift he leaves behind. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ Moaning sighed, _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] the old man died, _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ and no one cried. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] Simply he [E] 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 inside _ for _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] my children.
_ _ _ [F#m] _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ And the neck was shaped with his hands,
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ and on the top made of the most beautiful oak and wood.
_ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ And all of the children that gathered around this great table and clutched it with their laughter, _ _ _ _
[E] _ and all that was good. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ Moaning sighed,
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] the 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] a song _ for _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#m] _
[B] [E] my children. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Moaning [E] sighed, the old man died, and no one cried. _