Sissel - 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 man
And never even 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 him most of all

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 him,
miss him most of all

Written by:
Bob Hilliard, David Mann

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Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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