Lyrics:

(BachmanCummings) 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.