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The Lost Chord Lyrics. 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...
"The Lost Chord" is a song composed by Arthur Sullivan in 1877 at the bedside of his brother Fred during Fred's last illness. The manuscript is dated 13 January 1877; Fred Sullivan died five days later. The lyric was written as a poem by Adelaide Anne Procter called "A Lost Chord", published in 1860 in The English Woman's Journal. [1]
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The lyrics speak of a profound moment experienced by the composer, seated at an organ, feeling weary and out of sorts. As his fingers idly wandered across the keys, he struck one chord that resonated deeply within him. It was a chord so powerful, so profound that it resembled the sound of a great Amen.
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 fever'd spirit,
THE LOST CHORD. God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes. Adelaide A. Procter (1825–1864) Words: Adelaide A. Procter, in The English Woman’s Journal, 1858. Music: Arthur S. Sullivan, 1876 (🔊 ).
Robert Shaw - The Lost Chord Lyrics. 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, B.
The Lost Chord. Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, And my fingers wander’d idly over the noisy keys; I knew 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. It flooded the crimson twilight like the close of an Angel’s Psalm,
I was weary and ill at ease. And my fingers wander'd 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. It flooded the crimson twilight. Like the close of an angel's psalm. And it lay on my fever'd spirit. With a touch of infinite calm.
The Lost Chord - song lyrics American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk THE LOST CHORD 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;