¶¶ ¶¶ ¶¶ ¶ 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 even think of counting sheep ¶¶ ¶ When your lonely heart has learned its lesson ¶¶ ¶ He'd be yours if only you would call ¶¶ ¶ In the wee small hours of the morning ¶¶ ¶ That's the time you miss him most of all ¶¶ ¶ When the sun is high in the afternoon sky ¶¶ ¶ You can always find something to do ¶¶ ¶ But from dusk till dawn ¶¶ ¶ As the clock ticks on ¶¶ ¶ Something happens to you ¶¶ ¶¶ ¶¶ ¶¶ ¶ When your lonely heart has learned its lesson ¶¶ ¶ He'd be yours if only you would call ¶¶ ¶ In the wee small hours of the morning ¶¶ ¶ That's the time you miss him most of all ¶¶ ¶¶
