|because I love you all
||[Jun. 1st, 2006|09:59 am]
ND Liturgical Choir Unofficial Live Journal
|[||was I glad?
IMMORAL, IMPOSSIBLE, GOD ONLY KNOWS
Tune: St. Denio (Immortal, Invisible, unless you're looking at a Catholic hymnal)
Immoral, impossible, God only knows
How tenors and basses, sopranos, altos
At service on Sunday are rarely the same,
As those who on Thursday to choir practice came.
Unready, unable to sight read the notes,
Nor counting, nor blending, they tighten their throats.
The descant so piercing is soaring above.
The melody only a mother could love.
They have a director, but no one knows why,
No one in the choir deigns to turn him an eye.
It's clear by his waving; he wants them to look,
But each of them stands with his nose in the book.
Despite the offences, the music rings out.
The folks in the pews are enraptured, no doubt,
Their faces are blissful; their thoughts are so deep.
But it is no wonder for they are asleep.
I must agree with the purveyor of this gem that it is one for the hymn books ;)