It was battered and scarred
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 bid Goodfolks?" he cried. "Who'll start the bidding for me?"
It was "a dollar... a dollar.... then two"... only two.
"Two dollars and who'll make it three?"
"Three dollars once - Three dollars twice - And going for three"
From the room far back,
a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow.
And wiping the dirt from that old violin...
and tightening the loosened strings...
You know, He played a melody pure 'n sweet, as the carillon angels sing.
Well, the music stopped,
and the auctioneer in a voice that was quiet and low...
Said: "What am I bid for the Old Violin?" And He held it up with the bow.
"A thousand dollars! Who'll make it two?
Two thousand! Who'll make it Three?"
It was "three thousand once"... "three thousand twice"...
and "Going for three!" said he.
Well, the people stared...
But some of them cried: "We do not quite understand!"
"What changed its worth?"
Swift came the reply... "It was the Touch of the Master's Hand."