Procol Harum – In The Wee Small Hours Of Sixpence

Procol Harum – In The Wee Small Hours Of Sixpence Lyrics

Artist: Procol Harum
Song: In The Wee Small Hours Of Sixpence

(brooker / reid) *
In the wee small hours of sixpence
And the lighted chandelier
Stands a rusty old retainer

Whose old eyes are filled with tears
For his master, good sir galant,
Who is now off to the wars
And although his eyes are crying

We know grief is not the cause
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
In the wee small hours of sixpence
And the broken window pane
Stand the remnants of the evening

Who are waiting all in vain
For the crowing of the cockerel
Showing morning is not night
But the air is filled with silence

And the daylight is not bright
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.
In the wee small hours of sixpence
And the hat-stand in the hall
Waiting only for the morning

Shadows flitting ‘cross the wall
And perhaps that old retainer
Whom now giving of his all
May have once been just as we are

And now has no face at all.
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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Release Year: 1968