| Song | In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning |
| Artist | Julie London |
| Album | Julie . . . At Home/Around Midnight |
| 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, ever think of counting sheep. | |
| When your lonely heart has learned its lesson, | |
| You'd be his if only he would call, | |
| In the wee small hours of the morning, | |
| That's the time you miss her most of all. |