| D | G | A | |
| The Minstrel of the Dawn is here, to | make you laugh and | bend your ear. |
| D | G | A | |
| Up the steps you'll hear him climb, all | full of thoughts, all | full of rhymes. |
| G | C | G | C | A | |
| Listen to the | pictures flow, a | cross the room in | to your mind they | go. |
| D | G | Bm | E | A | |
| Listen to the | strings....they | jangle and dangle while the | old guitar | rings. |
| Verse 2: |
| A 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, he'll play it sweet. |
| Look into his shining face, of lonliness you'll always find a trace. |
| Just like me and you, he's trying to get into things more happy than blue. |
| Interlude: |
| E/// | E/// | A/// | A/// | E/// | E/// | A/// | A/// | |
| Verse 3: |
| Minstrel of the changing tide, he'll ask for nothing but his pride. |
| Just sit him down upon that chair, fetch some wine and set it there. |
| Listen to the pictures flow, follow the fingers where they go. |
| Listen to the strings, they jangle and dangle while the old guitar rings. |
| Verse 4: |
| A Minstrel of the Dawn is near, just like a `step and fetchet' here. |
| He's like an old time troubadour, wanting life and nothing more. |
| Look into his shining eyes and if you see a ghost don't be surprised. |
| Just like me and you, he's trying to get into things more happy than blue. |
| Verse 5: |
| The minstrel boy will understand, he holds the promise in his hand. |
| He talks of better days ahead, and by his words your fortune's read. |
| Listen to the pictures flow, follow the fingers where they go. |
| Listen to the strings, they jangle and dangle while the old guitar rings. |