Sixpence-Procol Harum

[ti:Sixpence] [ar:Procol Harum] [al:The Best Of Golden Times] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Sixpence - Procol Harum [00:04.74]In the wee small hours of sixpence [00:08.33]And the lighted chandelier [00:12.51]Stands a rusty old retainer [00:16.62]Whose old eyes are filled with tears [00:20.84]For his master Good Sir Galant [00:24.93]Who is now off to the wars [00:29.19]And although his eyes are crying [00:33.18]We know grief is not the cause [00:37.42]And if grief is not the reason [00:41.19]He must be of sterner stuff [00:45.53]And though old and rusty [00:49.66]Must be blunt as sharp enough [00:53.83]In the wee small hours of sixpence [00:57.91]And the broken window pane [01:02.12]Stand the remnants of the evening [01:06.28]Who are waiting all in vain [01:10.42]For the crowing of the cockerel [01:14.50]Showing morning is not night [01:18.81]But the air is filled with silence [01:22.79]And the daylight is not bright [01:27.06]But still darkness is no reason [01:30.98]We are men of sterner stuff [01:35.09]And our swords though old and rusty [01:39.24]Still are blunt as sharp enough [01:48.81] [01:59.77]In the wee small hours of sixpence [02:03.61]And the hat-stand in the hall [02:07.70]Waiting only for the morning [02:11.83]Shadows flitting 'cross the wall [02:16.13]And perhaps that old retainer [02:20.00]Whom now giving of his all [02:24.16]May have once been just as we are [02:28.30]And now has no face at all [02:32.42]But still grief was not the reason [02:36.40]He was made of sterner stuff [02:40.62]And though old and rusty [02:44.56]Still was blunt as sharp enough