Wayne Watson Album: Workin' In the Final Hour Track: Touch of the Master's Hand
Touch of the Master's Hand Lyrics
Well, it was battered and scarred An 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 From 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 bid for this old violin Then he held it up with a bow
(Chorus) 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 Well, that's a good price But who's got a bid for me 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
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
