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 boy

And never ever think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart has learned it's 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

When your lonely heart has learned it's 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