DOLLY PARTON - The Master's Hand lyrics

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(Dolly Parton)

Twas battered and scared

And the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while

To waste much time on the old violin

But he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried

"Who'll start bidding for me?

A dollar, a dollar, now who"ll make it two

Two dollars, and who"ll make it three?"

"Three dollars once, three dollars twice

Going for three". . . but no!

From the room far back a gray-haired man

Came forward and picked up the bow.

Then wiping the dust from the old violin

And tightening up the strings

He played a melody, pure and sweet

As sweet as an angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer

With a voice that was quiet and low

Said, "What am I bidden for the old violin?"

And he held it up with the bow.

"A thousand dollars and who'll make it two?

Two thousand and who'll make it three?

Three thousand once, three thousand twice

And going and gone," said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried

"We do not quite understand

What changed its worth?" The man replied

"The touch of the masters hand."

And many a man with life out of tune

And battered and torn with sin

Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd

Much like the old violin.

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine

A game and he travels on

He's going once and going twice

He's going and almost gone!

But the Master comes and the foolish crowd

Never can quite understand

The worth of a soul and the change that's wrought

By the touch of the Master's hand...