In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning (Боб Хиллиард, Дэвил Манн) (мгндня)
When the sun is high In the afternoon sky You can always find something to do But from dusk till dawn As the clock ticks on Something happens to you
In the wee small hours of the morning While the whole wide world is fast asleep You lie awake thinking of the guy Never even think of counting sheep
When lonely heart has learned it's lesson You'd be his if only he would call In the wee small hours of the morning It's the time you miss him most of all
When lonely heart has learned it's lesson You'd be his if only he would call In the wee small hours of the morning It's the time you miss him most of all