Song Description

Jazz standard with contemporary arrangement

Lyrics

In the wee small hours of the morning
When the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the girl
And never ever think of counting sheep

When you lonely heart has learned its lesson
She?d be yours if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That the time you miss her most of all

When you lonely heart has learned its lesson
She?d be yours if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That the time you miss her most of all