Well it was battered and scarred
And 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
And 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 you bid for this old violin
Then he held it up with a bow
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 but
Who's got a bid for me
And the people cried out
What made the change
We don't understand
Then the auctioneer stopped
And he said with a smile
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
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 but
Who's got a bid for me
And the people cried out
What made the change
We don't understand
Then the auctioneer stopped
And he said with a smile
It was the touch of the master's hand
