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Lyrics

In The Wee Small Hours of The Morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the girl
And never ever think of counting sheep

When the lonely heart has learned its lesson
You'd be hers, if only she would call
In The Wee Small Hours of The Morning
That's the time you miss her most..

When the sun sits 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 lonely heart has learned its lesson, you'd be hers, if only she would call.

In The Wee Small Hours of The Morning
That's the time you ,miss her most of all
That's the time you missed her most of all