In the wee small hours of the morning

While the whole wide world is fast asleep

I lie awake and dream about the girl

And never even dreaming 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 her most of all

You lie awake and dream about the girl

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 her most of all