The minstrel 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 rhymes
Listen to the pictures flow
Across the room into your
While the old guitar rings
The minstrel of the dawn is he
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 lonelines you?ll always find a trace
He's tryin? to get into things
A minstrel of the changin? tide
He'll ask for nothing but his pride
Just sit him down upon that chair
Go fetch some wine and set it there
Listen to the pictures flow
While the old guitar rings
Just like a step ?n fetchit here
He's like an old time troubador
Just wanting life and nothing more
Look into his shining eyes
And if you see a ghost don?t be surprised
He's tryin? to get into things
He holds a promise in his hand
He talks of better days ahead
And by his words your fortune?s read
Listen to the pictures flow
Across the room into your
While the old guitar rings
