调：Ab major
Verse 1
It was a stylish congregation.
You could see they'd been around.
And they had the biggest pipe organ
But over in the Amen corner
of that church sat Brother Ira.
And he insisted every Sunday
His voice was cracked and broken,
age had touched his vocal cords,
and nearly every Sunday
and the church was told in vain
or the choir was going to resign.
I think it was three or four,
and drove up to Iris' door.
sittin' in an old armchair,
and the summer's gold and sunbeams
with the vestry's approbation
to discuss a little matter
that affects the congregation.
that they were to relieve us.
That is, they'd do the singing for us.
except what we've bought.
And so we have decided,
You'll have to stop your singing.
The old man raised his head,
and on his cheek the three men
His feeble hands
pushed back the locks as
and he answered the committee
nearly 80 years, said he.
They've been my staff and comfort
I'm sorry if I disturbed the choir.
I guess I'm doing wrong.
I wonder if beyond the tide
that's breaking at my feet
in that far -off heavenly temple
the songs of God up higher
I wonder if they'll kick me out up there
a silence filled the little room
The committee went on back to town,
All the choir missed him for a while,
but he was soon forgot,
and a few churchgoers
Far away his voice is sweet,
and he sings his heart's desire,
where there are no church committees
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