Wee small hours — Procol Harum

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Verse

In the wee small hours of sixpence And the lighted chandelier Stands a rusty old retainer Abdim [N.C.] C/G Whose old eyes are filled with tears

For his master, good Sir Gallant Who is now off to the wars And although his eyes are crying We know grief is not the cause

Chorus

And if grief is not the reason He must be of sterner stuff And his sword, though old and rusty Must be blunt as sharp enough

Verse

In the wee small hours of sixpence And the broken windowpane Stand the remnants of the evening Who are waiting all in vain

For the crowing of the cockroach Sure as morning is not night But the air is filled with silence And the day bright is not light

Chorus

But still darkness is no reason We are men of sterner stuff And our swords, though old and rusty Still are blunt as sharp enough

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Verse

In the wee small hours of sixpence And the hat stand in the hall Waiting only for the morning Bbdim [N.C.] D/A Shadows flitting 'cross the wall

And perhaps that old retainer Who now giving of his all May have once been just as we are And now has no face at all

Chorus

But still grief was not the reason He was made of sterner stuff And his sword, though old and rusty Still was blunt as sharp enough

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