paroles de chanson The Minstrel of Cranberry Lane - The Irish Rovers
                                                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
 
                                    
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