In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning

In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning - Vera Lynn

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 ever think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson

You'd be his if only he would call

In the wee small hours of the morning

That's the time you miss his most of all

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 ever think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson

You'd be his if only he would call

In the wee small hours of the morning

That's the time you miss his most of all