In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning

In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning - Lori Donato

In the wee small hours of the morning

When 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 hims 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 its lesson

You'd be hims if only he would call

In the wee small hours of the morning

That's the time you miss him most of all