In the wee small hours
Of the morning
While the whole wide world
Is fast asleep
You lie awake
And think about that girl
But never ever think of
Counting sheep
Now when your lonely heart
Has learnt 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
Now when your lonely heart
Has learnt 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
For as now
You miss her most
That's the time
You miss her most of all