When the sun is high

In the afternoon sky

You can always

Find something to do;

But from dusk til 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 girl

And never ever 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

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