In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning

In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning - Tierney Sutton

In the wee small hours of the morning

When the whole wide world is fast asleep

I lie awake and I think about the boy

I never ever think of counting sheep

When my lonely heart has learned its lesson

I be his if only he'd call

In the wee small hours of the morning

That's the time I miss him most of all

When my lonely heart has learned its lesson

I be his if only he'd call

In the wee small hours of the morning

That's the time I miss him most of all