In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning

When the sun is high in the afternoon sky,

You can always find something to do;

But from dusk til dawn, as the clock ticks on,

Something happens to you.

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

You'd be hers if only she would call

In the wee small hours of the mor-ning

That's the time you miss her most of all.