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 call 
In the wee small hours of the morning 
That's the time you miss him most of all

In the wee small hours of the morning 
That's the time you miss him most of all