Tonalité : E major•
Verse 1
E
B
It was battered and scarred,
E
and the auctioneer thought
A
E
it scarcely worth his while
A
to waste much time on the old violin,
B
but he held it up and smiled.
What'll my bid, good folks? he cried.
Who'll start the bidding for me?
E
A dollar? A dollar?
A
Now who'll make it two?
E
Two dollars?
And who'll make it three?
Three dollars once,
three dollars twice,
going for three
B
A
But no, from the room far back
a gray -haired man came forward
E
Picked up the bow,
A
then wiping the dust
E
from the old violin
A
Tightening up all the loose strings,
E
he played a melody
B
Pure and sweet,
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D
E
A
as sweet as an angel sings
And as the music played,
the auctioneer,
D
with a voice that was quiet and low,
E
said, what am I bid for the old violin?
And he held it up with the bow.
A thousand dollars?
And who'll make it two?
A
Two thousand?
Who'll make it three?
Three thousand once?
Three thousand twice?
Going and going, said he.
The people cheered,
D
but some of them cried,
we do not understand what
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F#m
changed its worth.
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F#m
The man smiled and replied,
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E
A
the touch of the master's hand.
You know, many a man with
life out of tune
D
and battered and torn with sin,
he's auctioned cheap to
a thoughtless crowd,
E
much like the old violin,
a bowl of porridge, a glass of wine,
a game, and he travels on.
A
He's going once, going twice,
he's going and almost gone.
But then the master comes,
and the foolish crowd,
D
well, they can never quite understand
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F#m
the worth of a soul,
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F#m
an d the change that's wrought
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E
by the touch of the Master's hand.
A
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