In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning

In the wee small hours of the morning

While the whole wide world is fast asleep

You lie awake and think about the girl

And never, ever think of counting sheepWhen your lonely heart has learned its lesson

You'd be hers if only she would call

In the wee small hours of the morning

That's the time you miss her most of allWhen your lonely heart has learned its lesson

You'd be hers if only she would call

In the wee small hours of the morning

That's the time you miss her most of all