Letra de Wee Small Hours
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 sheepWhen your lonely heart has learned its lesson You'd be hiss if only he would call In the wee small hours of the morning That's the time you miss him most of allIn the wee small hours of the morning That's the time you miss him most of all