歌词
Seated one day at the organ
I was weary and did 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 grand Amen
Like the sound of a grand Amen
It flooded the grim some twilight
Like the glow of an angel's psalm
And it smote 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 in the silence
As if it were lotus leaves
I thought that I'd seen in Valley
The twain of chords divine
Which crept from the soul of the organ
And entered into mine
It may be that that bright angel
Will speak in that chord again
It may be that only in Heaven
I shall hear that grand Amen
It may be that that bright angel
Will speak in that chord again
It may be that only in Heaven
I shall hear that grand Amen
Written by: Sir Arthur Sullivan
