Sixpence
Procol Harum Lyrics


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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.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Procol Harum's "In The Wee Small Hours of Sixpence" paint a picture of a house, where a rusty old retainer is crying in the presence of a lighted chandelier. His master, a good sir galant, has left for the war, and the retainer's eyes are filled with tears. However, the song suggests that grief may not be the real reason for the retainer's sadness, and that he must be of sterner stuff, with an old and rusty but sharp sword. The song goes on to describe the broken window pane, the remnants of the evening waiting for the morning, and shadows flitting across the wall, all waiting for the crowing of the cockerel, signalling the arrival of dawn. In the end, the song suggests that even in the midst of darkness, we are men of sterner stuff, and our swords, though old and rusty, are still blunt as sharp enough.


The lyrics of "In The Wee Small Hours of Sixpence" remain somewhat mysterious, as the song does not explicitly explain the reasons for the retainer's sadness, or the meaning behind the sword. However, the song uses imagery to create a powerful sense of atmosphere, as the house and its inhabitants wait for the dawn to arrive. The song's title is a reference to the nursery rhyme "Sing a Song of Sixpence," which may add to its enigmatic quality.


Line by Line Meaning

In the wee small hours of sixpence
During the late night hours


And the lighted chandelier
The light fixture in the room is turned on


Stands a rusty old retainer
An old servant is standing there


Whose old eyes are filled with tears
The servant is crying


For his master, good sir galant,
He is crying for his noble master


Who is now off to the wars
His master is away at war


And although his eyes are crying
Despite his tears


We know grief is not the cause
He is not crying solely due to grief


And if grief is not the reason
If his tears are not from sadness


He must be of sterner stuff
He must be strong-willed


And his sword though old and rusty
Despite his weapon being outdated


Must be blunt as sharp enough
It is still capable of doing the job


And the broken window pane
A window in the room is broken


Stand the remnants of the evening
The traces of the night remain


Who are waiting all in vain
They are waiting with no results


For the crowing of the cockerel
For the sound of a rooster in the morning


Showing morning is not night
The sound indicates a new day has begun


But the air is filled with silence
Though it's a new day, it's still quiet


And the daylight is not bright
The sun hasn't risen enough to brighten the day


But still darkness is no reason
The lack of light doesn't stop them


We are men of sterner stuff
They are strong-willed


And our swords though old and rusty
Even though their weapons are outdated


Still are blunt as sharp enough.
They are still capable of doing their job


And the hat-stand in the hall
A stand for hats is in the hallway


Waiting only for the morning
Ready for when the day starts


Shadows flitting 'cross the wall
Shadows are moving across the wall


And perhaps that old retainer
Maybe the servant from earlier


Whom now giving of his all
Who is now doing his best


May have once been just as we are
He may have been like us at one point


And now has no face at all.
But now he's unrecognizable


But still grief was not the reason
His sadness wasn't the main cause


He was made of sterner stuff
He was strong-willed


And his sword though old and rusty
Even though his weapon was outdated


Still was blunt as sharp enough.
It was still capable of doing the job




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: GARY BROOKER, KEITH REID

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Comments from YouTube:

Wolfking of SI

This is becoming the best channel on YouTube.

Joshua Parris

Agreed

Alejandro Rodriguez

Excellent musicians, one of the greatest bands at their time

califdad4

this appears to be a live performance and all of them are so very good,

califdad4

@Sir André LeFae de L'inoge doesn't sound like the recording though

Sir André LeFae de L'inoge

Usually not live on BEATCLUB

QHarefield

Wow, thank you! I have never seen a live version of this. I bought the single when it was released, and it has always been one of my favourite PH tracks.

yonkers87

This great song popped into my head early today and after playing it in my brain all day….. and then this version… what an incredible song and PH was the finest group ever…. Snd BJ Wilson!

The Hot Young Grandpas

Rest In Peace Gary, gonna miss your voice.

shemanic1

Great tune. We will miss you Gary Brooker. R.I.P. 22.02.22

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