In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning

In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning - Julie London (朱莉·倫敦)

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 your lonely heart

Has learned it's lesson

You'd be his if only he would call

In the wee small hours of the morning

That's the time you miss him most of all

When your lonely heart

Has learned it's lesson

You'd be his if only he would call

In the wee small hours of the morning

That's the time you miss him most of all