Song | In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning |
Artist | John Pizzarelli |
Album | After Hours |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 would 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 would call, | |
In the wee small hours of the morning, | |
That's the time you miss her most of all. |