The Irish Rovers — The Minstrel of Cranberry Lane

He hasn't a cent to his name no room to come in from the rain but he Laughs and he sings and what happiness he brings the minstrel of Cranberry lane Sometimes he's hungry and cold his clothes are a sight to behold but He's gentle and mild and he sings to each child the minstrel of Cranberry lane Then one foggy night the neighbors met in a meeting place down in the Lane and they said this old man for our children is bad why! he even Sings in the rain So they issued a summons the minstrel must go but they reckoned Without his appeal for he sang of the gold at the rainbow's end and Dreams only children can feel And so in the night while the town was asleep he sang his songs around The lane and the children crept out of their beds in the night and They followed the minstrel away Now much sadder but wiser i fear are the ones who lost children so Dear for each child must be free to follow like me the minstrel of Cranberry lane