The organ and the organist
Does anyone know where I can find the lyrics to this song that my mother used to sind. I don't know any more of the words as my memory is hopeless. Thanks. Carol
Hi Carol,
Could it be this one? It's called The Volunteer Organist.
Hope it helps.
Peter
The preacher in the village church
One Sunday morning said
Our organist is ill today
Will someone play instead?
An anxious look crept o'er the face
Of every person there
As eagerly they watched to see
Who'd fill the vacant chair
A man then staggered down the aisle
His clothes were rent and torn
How strange a drunkard seemed to be
In church that Sunday morn
But as he touched the organ keys
Without a single word
The melody that followed
Was the sweetest ever heard
The scene was one I'll ne'er forget as long as I may live
And just to see it o'er again, all earthly wealth I'd give
The congregation all amazed, the preacher old and gray
The organ and the organist who volunteered to play
Each eye shed tears within that church
The strongest men grew pale
The organist in melody
Had told his own life's tale
The sermon of the preacher
Was no lesson to compare
With that of life's example
Who sat in the organ chair
And when the service ended
Not a soul had left his seat
Except the poor old organist
Who started toward the street
Along the aisle and out the door
He slowly walked away
The preacher rose, and softly said
"Good brethren, let us pray"
Peter, thank you so much, yes that's the one. I can hear my mum singing it now, you're a star. Carol