Brian J. N. Davis ✈︎ A Metropolitan Guide

Whatever That Violin Sang

What did that violin play I wonder
The stories claim one thing or another
Maybe "Autumn" came, or some long-forgotten hymn

But whatever that violin sang
Whatever that violin sang
Whatever that violin sang
I am nearer to my God, for thee.

Was the violin in tune I wonder
or did it bend when the cold came down like water
I've played strings in the cold and it's nowhere I want to be

Did it break you heart I wonder
When that final note rang out like thunder
And you swung the case over your shoulder for the last time