Violin Concerto in D Major, Op. 61: I. Allegro, ma non troppo

I met a sad old gypsy on the road to Berlin

By chance I got to spend a little time with him

We shared a few life stories on that dusty old train

So I thought I'd take a minute

To share them again with you, with you

He talked of all the twists and turns he'd taken in life

And how his spirit clung to God to do what was right

Sure he got the prize but he never counted the cost

And felt his pain as he shared with me all that he had lost

All that he had lost

If you could only see what was there in his eyes

An eternity of wandering in search of the prize

He'd had it all, the money, all the fame and romance

And now he shed a tear as he faced the last dance

The blessing comes but once he said

But it's not for you, it must be shared

And if you keep it for yourself

You'll be no use to anyone else

And he who gives will take away

And you will face the same dark day

That even now is all my pain

I'll never have this dance again

Chances, dances, how quickly this life passes

All our hopes and all our dreams

Get lost in all our selfish schemes

It's not about you, it's not about me

It's about loving something we can't see

It's all about what we are willing to share

It's about our hearts and who lives there

As the train rolled into the city, he shook his head as if to say

It's your turn now, just know the game that you're about to play

And it seemed as if right there and then a light came to his eyes

As he exchanged the dance of life for a far better prize

And so the wise old gypsy drifted slowly away

Beaten by the game he'd taught so many to play

He said: ""I'd do it all again if I had the chance

But I'm ready now for one more bow

I'll take the last dance""