opera, songs, chamber music
to support the Accelerated Cure Project for Multiple Sclerosis

Our 19th annual concert:
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Seated one day at the organ
I was weary and ill at ease
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy keys

I know not what I was playing
Or what I was dreaming then;
But I struck one chord of music
Like the sound of a great Amen
Like the sound of a great Amen

It flooded the crimson twilight
Like the close of an angel's psalm
And it lay on my fevered spirit
With a touch of infinite calm

It quieted pain and sorrow
Like love overcoming strife;
It seemed the harmonious echo
From our discordant life

It linked all perplexed meanings
Into one perfect peace
And trembled away into silence
As if it were loth to cease

I have sought, but I seek it vainly
That one lost chord divine
Which came from the soul of the organ
And entered into mine

It may be that death's bright angel
Will speak in that chord again
It may be that only in Heav'n
I shall hear that grand Amen.

I never sit any day at the organ,
I'm never, never ill at ease,
And my fingers never wander idly
Over any of the noisy keys.
I'm a particularly jovial fellow,
And I'm never, never known to be bored,
And let me explain to my fellows one and all
I've never, never lost a chord.

He's never, never lost a chord.
No, he's never, never, never, never, never, hardly ever,
No he's never, never, never, never, never, hardly ever lost a chord.