...for Your Violin Lyrics - Carbon Leaf

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" 

Sold the wood to a violin maker, the legend breathes 

Shaped from the woods 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 which won't be found 

Enter the Jester De Romancipation Persuasion 

The fool, escaped from the King 

This myth, he longed to pull these magic heart strings 

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 

She said, "Catch me if you can 

You better plan, gentlemen" 

Gonna catch me [Incomprehensible] 

For your violin, for your violin 

Jaded Jester spent his life chasing down that which could not be found 

He hung three thousand 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 

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 

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