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