Verse 1
In the wee small hours of the morning
while the whole wide world is fast asleep,
You lie awake and think about that girl
but never ever think of counting sheep.
Interlude
Verse 2
Now when your lonely heart, has learned his lesson
You'd be her's if only she would call
in the wee small hours of the morning
that's the time, you miss her most, of all.
Solo
Verse 3
Now when your lonely heart, has learned his 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.
For as now, you miss her most.
That's the time, you miss her most, of all.