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'Twas battered and scarred and the auctioneerThought it scarcely worth his whileTo waste much time on the old violinBut he held it up with a smile.What am I bidden, good folks, he criedWho will start bidding for me?A dollar, a dollar - then Two! Only two?Two dollars, and who'll make it three?Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice;Going for three - But noFrom the room far back a gray haired manCame forward and picked up the bow;Then wiping the dust from the old violinAnd tightening the loose stringsHe played a melody pure and sweetAs sweet as a caroling angel sings.The music ceased and the auctioneerWith a voice that was quiet and lowSaid 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;SongtexteAnd going, and gone! said he.The people cheered and some of them criedWe do not understand What changed its worth?Swift came the reply: The touch of the master's hand.And many a man with life out of tuneAnd battered and scattered with sinIs auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowdMuch like the old violin. A "mess of pottage a glass of wine;A game - and he travels on.He's "going" once and " going" twiceHe's "going" and "almost gone." But the Master comes and the foolish crowdNever can quite understand The worth of a soul and the change that's wrought By the touch of the Master's hand. Aus Songtexte Mania