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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Neil Diamond
Neil Diamond
Vocals
Lee Holdridge
Lee Holdridge
Conductor
Dennis St. John
Dennis St. John
Drums
Emory Gordy Jr.
Emory Gordy Jr.
Guitar
Richard Bennett
Richard Bennett
Guitar
Jefferson Kewley
Jefferson Kewley
Percussion
Alan Lindgren
Alan Lindgren
Keyboards
Danny Nicholson
Danny Nicholson
Guitar
Reine Press
Reine Press
Bass
Hyman Goodman
Hyman Goodman
Strings
Jay Rosen
Jay Rosen
Violin
John deVoogdt
John deVoogdt
Violin
Paulo Alencar
Paulo Alencar
Strings
Ronald Folsom
Ronald Folsom
Violin
William Henderson
William Henderson
Violin
Haim Shtrum
Haim Shtrum
Violin
Ralph Schaeffer
Ralph Schaeffer
Violin
David Turner
David Turner
Strings
Tibor Zelig
Tibor Zelig
Violin
Samuel Boghossian
Samuel Boghossian
Viola
Myron Sandler
Myron Sandler
Strings
Sven Reher
Sven Reher
Viola
Linn Subotnick
Linn Subotnick
Viola
Marilyn Baker
Marilyn Baker
Viola
Philip Goldberg
Philip Goldberg
Strings
Jesse Ehrlich
Jesse Ehrlich
Strings
Nathan Gershman
Nathan Gershman
Strings
Alice Ober
Alice Ober
Strings
Jerome Kessler
Jerome Kessler
Strings
Walter Rower
Walter Rower
Strings
Raymond Kelley
Raymond Kelley
Strings
Donald Bagley
Donald Bagley
Strings
Jess Bourgeois
Jess Bourgeois
Strings
Timothy Barr
Timothy Barr
Strings
Philip Candreva
Philip Candreva
Strings
Sidney Sharp
Sidney Sharp
Violin
Robert Lipsett
Robert Lipsett
Violin
Giacinto Nardulli
Giacinto Nardulli
Strings
Salvatore Crimi
Salvatore Crimi
Strings
Henry Ferber
Henry Ferber
Violin
Baldassare Ferlazzo
Baldassare Ferlazzo
Strings
Wilbert Nuttycombe
Wilbert Nuttycombe
Violin
Shari Zippert
Shari Zippert
Violin
Walter Wiemeyer
Walter Wiemeyer
Strings
Richard Kaufman
Richard Kaufman
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neil Diamond
Neil Diamond
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Catalano
Tom Catalano
Producer
Armin Steiner
Armin Steiner
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This is a fantasy
Pure fantasy
It's a dream
The dream about an old man, who dies alone
Leaves a gift behind
And it is a fantasy
[Verse 2]
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"
[Verse 3]
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"
[Verse 4]
And the legs were shaped with his hands
And the top made of oaken wood
And all of the children
That gathered around this great table
Touched it with their laughter
Ah, and that was good
[Verse 5]
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"
[Verse 6]
Home, santos
Home
Home
Written by: Neil Leslie Diamond
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