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 even think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart has learned it's 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

When your lonely heart has learned it's 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