In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning Lyrics - Griffith Nanci

In the wee small hours of the morning 

While the whole wide world is fast asleep 

You lie awake and think about the girl 

And never ever think of counting sheep 

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson 

You'd be hers if only she'd call 

In the wee small hours of the morning 

That's the time you miss her most of all 

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson 

You'd be hers if only she'd call 

In the wee small hours of the morning 

That's the time you miss her most of all