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 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