When the sun
Is high
In the afternoon
Sky
You can always
Find something
To do
But from dusk
Till 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 boy
And never, ever
Think of
Counting sheep
When your
Lonely heart has
Learned it's lesson
You'd be his
If only he'd 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
It's lesson
You'd be his
If only he'd call
In the wee small hours
Of the morning
That's the time
You miss him
Most of all...
