Capo 2
Well, it was battered and scarred
An the auctioneer felt
It was hardly worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin
But he held it up with a smile
It sure ain t much
But it s all we got left
I guess we ought to sell it too
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
But who s got a bid for me
Raise up your hand
And don t wait any longer
The auction s about to end
Who s got four
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
From the back of the crowd a gray-haired man
Came forward, picked up the bow
He wiped the dust from the old violin
And 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 auctioneer with a voice that was quiet and low
He said What am I bid for this old violin
Then he held it up with a bow
And then he cried out one give me one thousand,
Whoâll make it two only two thousand whoâll make it three,
Three thousand twice you know thatâs a good price,
Common whoâs gonna bid for me?
And the people cried out what made the change we donât understand,
Then the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile,
It was the touch of the Masterâs hand
Now you know
Many a man with a life out of tune
Is 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 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