Lyrics:

(BachmanCummings)A little boy sat crying on the floorHis daddy won't be coming home no moreHe cannot reason whyHis daddy had to dieAnd the Minstrel Boy's not singing any more.So play violin, playPlay 'til the night is overMusic will wash away all your sorrow.At seventeen he thought he'd never cryAnd then his angel had to say goodbyeBut living must go onTo face another dawnAnd the Minstrel Boy's not singing any more.So play violin, playPlay 'til the night is overMusic will wash away all your sorrow.A moment later, life was just a dreamRemembering the things he'd done and seenHe now can reason whyHe soon will have to dieAnd the Minstrel Boy's not singing any more.And the Minstrel Boy's not singing any more.