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Well it was battered and scarred and the auctionier felt It was hardly worth his while To waste much time on the old violin But he held it up with a smile He said it sure ain't much but it's all we've got left I guess we oughta sell it too Oh, now who'll start the bid on this old violin Just one more and we'll be through And then he cried: One, give me one dollar, who'll make it two Only two dollars, who'll make it three Three dollars twice, now that's a good price Who's gonna bid for me Raise up your hand now, don't wait any longer The auction's about to end Who's got for just one dollar more to bid on this old violin Well, the air was hot and the people stood around As the sun was setting low And from the back of the crowd, a gray haired man Came forward and picked up the bow He wiped the dust from the old violin And he tightened up the strings Then he played out a melody pure and sweet Sweeter than the angels sing And then the music stopped and the auctionier With a voice that was quiet and low He said now what am I bid for this old violin And he held it up with a bow Then he cried One, give me one thousand, who'll make it two Only two thousand, who'll make it three Three thousand twice now that's a good price Come on, who's gonna bid for me And the people cried out, what made the change We don't understand Then the auctionier stopped and he said with a smile It was the touch of the Master's hand You know, there's many a man with his life out of tune Battered and scarred with sin And he's auctioned cheap to a thankless world Much like that old violin Then the Master comes and the old, foolish crowd They never understand the worth of a soul And the change that is wrought just by one touch Of the Master's hand (Oh) Then he cried out: One, give me one thousand, who'll make it two Only two thousand, who'll make it three Three thousand twice now that's a good price Come on, who's gonna bid for me And the people cried out, what made the change We don't understand Then the auctionier stopped and he said with a smile It was the touch (Ooo) It was the touch Of the Master's hand
Writer(s): John Kramp Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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