In the wee small hours of the morning.       While the whole wide world is fast asleep.                   You lie awake and think about the boy.           And never even think of counting sheep.          When the whole wild world 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.            Repeat first two verses