Wee Small Hours

Intro:

        C
        /  [drum fill]

Verse 1:

                C                
        In the wee small hours of 
  Fm
sixpence
                 C             Fm
        And the lighted chandelier
                  Dm   Em   
        Stands a rusty    old 
     F     C
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 1:

                 F     F#dim  
        And if grief is not the 
   C
reason
                F     F#dim     C
        He must be of sterner stuff
                  F              
        And his sword, though old
Am/E  Dm
 and rusty
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                  G       /F 
        Must be blunt as sharp 
    /E    /D
enough

Verse 2:

        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 2:

        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

Instrumental break [key changes to 
D]:

        D        Bm       D/A    
        / / / /   / / / /   / / /
   Bm
 /   / / / /
        G   Bm/F# Em        A   
        / / / /   / / / /   / / 
/G   /F#  /E
/ /   / / / /

Verse 3:

                D                 
        In the wee small hours of 
Gm
sixpence
                 D              
        And the hat stand in the 
  Gm
hall
                 Em  F#m       
        Waiting only     for the 
   G       D
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 3:

                    G      G#dim  
        But still grief was not 
   D
the reason
                G      G#dim     D
        He was made of sterner stuff
                  G              
        And his sword, though old
Bm/F# Em
 and rusty
                    A       /G 
        Still was blunt as sharp 
    /F#   /E
enough