Letra de In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning
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 sheepWhen your lonely heart has Learned its lessonYou'd be hers if only she would callIn the wee small hours of the morning That's the time you miss her most of allWhen your lonely heart has learned its lesson You'd be hers if only she would callIn the wee small hours of the morning That's the time You miss her most of all