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 his if only he would come
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss him most
Oh, oh
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss him most
Oh, oh
In the wee small hours of the morning
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