In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning

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 even 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 morning That's the time you miss him most of all In the wee small hours of the morning That's the time you miss him most of all