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 you think about the man

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

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