Dear All,
I was handed this at a rehearsal tonight and
thought many of you would appreciate it. Please sing to the tune of
"Immortal, Invisible, God only Wise"
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,
Not 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 folk 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.
* Verse 1, by Austin Lovelace.
* Verses 2-4 added by Ron Hodges (choir of
St. Mark's, Palo Alto, California, USA) for the
church's 50th anniversary in November 1998.
* If your choir rehearses on a day other than
Thursday, freely make the requistite substitution in verse 1.
Copyright © Austin Lovelace and Ron Hodges. May
be used freely for non-commercial church-related events.
David in Ballarat
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