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
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
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