The Lost Chord

The Lost Chord - Harry Secombe

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

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

It quieted pain and sorrow

Like love overcoming strife

The harmonious

Echo from our discordant life

It link'd 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 enter'd 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

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