(Bachman/Cummings)
A little boy sat crying on the floor
His daddy won`t be coming home no more
He cannot reason why
His daddy had to die
And the Minstrel Boy`s not singing any more.
So play violin, play
Play `til the night is over
Music will wash away all your sorrow.
At seventeen he thought he`d never cry
And then his angel had to say goodbye
But living must go on
To face another dawn
And the Minstrel Boy`s not singing any more.
So play violin, play
Play `til the night is over
Music will wash away all your sorrow.
A moment later, life was just a dream
Remembering the things he`d done and seen
He now can reason why
He soon will have to die
And the Minstrel Boy`s not singing any more.
And the Minstrel Boy`s not singing any more.