In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lay awake and think about the boy

And never ever think of counting sheep
When you're lonely heart has learn its lesson
You'd be years if only he called

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


When you're lonely heart has learn its lesson
You'd be years if only he called
And the wee small hours of the morning

That's the time you miss him most of all