In The Wee Small hours of The Morning
Bob Hilliard / David Mann
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 its 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 its 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