The mins_-trel of_ the dawn_ is here_ To make_ you laugh_ and bend_ your ear__ Up_ the steps_ you'll hear_ him climb_ All full of thoughts_ all full of rhy_-mes_ Listen to_ the pictures flow_ _ _ _ cross the room_ into your mind_ they go_ _ _ Listen to__ the strings__ -in-ings_ They jan_-gle__ and dan_-gle__ While the old_ gui_ -tar_ rings__ The mins_-trel of_ the dawn_ is here_ Not_ too wise_ but oh_ so free__ He'll talk_ of life_ out on_ the street_ He'll play it sad_ and say it sweet_ Look into_ his shining face_ of loneliness_ You'll always find_ a tra__-ce_ Just like me and_ you__ -ou-ou_ He's trying to_ get into things_ More happy_ than blue__ _ _ mins_-trel of_ the chan_-ging tide_ _ _ He'll ask_ for nothing_ but his_ pri_-de_ Just sit him_ down_ u-pon_ that chair_ Go fetch some wine_ and set it_ there_ Listen to_ the pictures flow_ And follow__ the fingers where_ they go_ Listen to_ the strings__ -in-ings_ They jan_-gle__ and dan_-gle__ While the old_ guitar_ rings__ A mins_-trel of_ the dawn_ is near_ Just like_ a "step and_fetchet"_ here_ He's like_ an old-time_ trou_-badour_ Just wanting_ life_ and nothing_ more_ Look into_ his shining eyes_ And if you_ see a ghost__ don't be surpri_-sed_ Like me and_ you__ -ou-ou_ He's trying to_ get into things_ More happy_ than blue__ A mins_-trel boy_ will un-der-stand_ He holds_ a pro_-mise in his_ hand_ He talks_ of better_ days ahead_ And by his word_ your fortune's_ read_ Listen to_ the pictures flow_ Across the room_ into your mind_ they go_ Listen to__ the strings__ -in-ings_ They jan_-gle__ and dan_-gle__ While the old_ gui_ -tar_ rings__ The mins_trel of_ the dawn_ is gone_ I hope he'll call_ be-fore too long_ And if you_ meet him_ you must be_ The victim of_ his minstrelsy_ He'll sing_ for you_ a_ song_ The mins_-trel____ of_ the dawn____