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 sheep
When your lonely heart
has learned its lesson
Youd be hers
if only she would call
In the wee small hours
of the morning
Thats the time you miss
her most of all
When your lonely heart
has learned its lesson
Youd be hers
if only she would call
In the wee small hours
of the morning
Thats the time you miss
her most of all