...For Your Violin 歌词

She said, "Catch me if you can. You better plan, Gentlemen." So The Story Goes: Robin Hood stole the magic seeds from a Sherwood Dignitary Set 'em afloat on a Merchant's Boat, set sail for Johnny Appleseed Johnny planted the magic seeds. Botany, POOF!: Magic Trees Paul Bunyan said, "This will fetch me bread..." He sold the wood to a violin maker. The Legend breathes... Shaped from the wood sprung a violin It satisfied the maker Toe-tapped a rhythm, touched bow to string His soul earthquakes, the Sirens sing "My heart can rest, I've made the best. No match to play, no greater love I'll know" Hid the 'lin, smashed his tools and grinned And died a happy old man The Legend grows... What works for me, may not work for you That which often gets passed down Often gets misconstrued Expectation...Imagination, surely can chase the goose around Don't look for that which others have... You can't find what won't be found. Enter the Jester De Romancipation Persuasion (the fool...) Escaped from the King... This myth, he longed to pull these magic heartstrings He bought up every violin on the country, mountain, ocean-side "To play the one of Legend Lore, I'll lead a true love to my door!" The Legend thrives... For Your Violin...For Your Violin Jaded Jester spent his life chasing down that which could not be found He hung 3,000 violins from the rafter beams by their rusty strings Penniless and paupered, bug-eyed crazed and gummy-grinned Conducted with a bow, his orchestra: This Symphony of Myth that did him in... For Your Violin...For Your Violin... [CHORUS] ...Hood, Appleseed, Bunyan...Hey, Violin Maker... Figments of Imagination (?) ...Tell Pied Piper to lead away These myths in time that helped him pine For Your Violin...For Your Violin