Minstrel Boy

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.