In the wee small hours of the morning When the whole wide world has gone to sleep I lie awake and think about the boy And never, ever think of counting sheep When my lonely heart has learned its lesson I'd be yours if only you would call In the wee small hours of the morning That's the time I miss you most of all When my lonely heart has learned its lesson I'd be yours if only you would call In the wee small hours of the morning That's the time I miss you most of all