IN THE SMALL HOURS OF THE MORNING
(Kitson/Kitson)
Transcribed by Phil Gardner
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Am F
The small hours of this morning, in the darkness before dawn,
G E
While you slept the sleep of children, untroubled by my waking,
Am F
I was listening to your breathing, half formed words that you were speaking,
G E Am E
Even had a little smile at the cliche you were talking in your sleep.
Am F
In the small hours of this morning, before dawn broke over London,
G E
I was blocking out the memories that never seem to bother you,
Am F
And I walked around the bedroom, felt the coldness of the windows,
G E Am
And the coldness made me realise just why you slept so soundly in the dark.
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F G
In the small hours of this morning, streaks of light upon the brickwork,
E Am
And the milk floats and the first birdsong, I realised I'd got you wrong,
Dm
And you would always sleep this way,
G E Am
Sleep right through the small hours of the morning.
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Am F
I thought of that old cliche, nothing ventured nothing gained,
G E
I ventured twice as much as you and all I gained was pain,
Am F
But thankyou for not waking up and helping me to see,
G E
Why I should say goodbye to you as you slept through the small hours.
F G
In the small hours of this morning, streaks of light upon the brickwork,
E Am
And the milk floats and the first birdsong, I realised I'd got you wrong,
Dm
And you would always sleep this way,
G E Am
Sleep right through the small hours of the morning.
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