People seemed to like the idea of a vocal (even mine!) so this week I persuaded Anne Robinson Frey to come over and record In The Wee Small Hours of the Morning.  An actress/singer turned real estate agent (for Plumer, if you’re local) Anne sang with me in what must have been the late eighties in the lounge at the Café Royal (a lovely restaurant, which is now, ignominiously, a TGIF) in the old Palace Hotel (now an Embassy Suites) on the Benjamin Franklin Parkway in Philadelphia.

Our playing and singing together now is pretty much confined to parties, of which there are many memories, sweet if a little blurry, and so it is fun for us to have a recorded souvenir and I hope she’ll come back and do some more.

This melody starts out simply, almost like children’s song in the manner of My Ship, but it’s of the sort that takes very well to a little harmonic enrichment.  (For pianists, we’re in G here and harmonizing the first phrase G / Dflat 7-5 / Cmaj 7 / F9 / works very nicely.)

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In The Wee Small Hours of the Morning

In the wee small hours of the morning

When the whole wide world is fast asleep.

You lie awake and think about the boy

And never ever think of counting sheep.

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson.

You’d be his if only he would call.

In the wee small hours of the morning

That’s the time you miss him most of all.