In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the boy
And never even think of counting sheep

When the whole wide world has learned its lesson
He'd be yours if only you would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss him most of all

When the sun sets high in the afternoon sky
You can always find something to do
But from dust 'til dawn as the clock ticks on
Something happens to you

When the whole wide world has learned its lesson
He'd be yours if only you would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss him most of all