Hierdie Kind
Jan De Wet
5:20Well it was battered and scarred and 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 rand Who'll make it two? Only two rand Who'll make it three? Three rand twice and 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 rand more To bid on this old violin Well the air was hot and the people stood around As if some were sad and old From the back of the crowd a grey-haired man Came forward and picked up the bow He wiped the dust from the old violin And he tightened up the strings Then he played out a melody pure and sweet Sweet as the angels sing And then the music stopped And the auctioneer with a voice that was quiet and low He said what is my bid for this old violin Then he held it up with the bow 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 and that's a good price But who's got a bid for me? The people called out What made the change? We don't understand 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 He's battered and scarred with his sin He's auctioned cheap to a faithless world Much like the old violin Then the Master comes and the foolish crowd They never understand The worth of a soul and the change that is brought Just by the touch of the Master's hand Then he cried One give me one thousand Who'll make it two? Only two thousand Who'll make it three? Three thousand twice and that's a good price But who's got a bid for me? The people called out What made the change? We don't understand The auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile It was the touch of the Master's hand It was the touch of the Master's hand