IntheWeeSmallHoursoftheMorning

In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning - Stacey Kent/Jim Tomlinson

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 even think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart

Has learn it's lesson

He be yours

If only she would call

In the wee small hours of the morning

That's the time

You miss him most of all

When tha suns is high

In the afternoon sky

You can always fines something to do

What from dust till dawn

As the clock ticks on

Something happens to you

When your lonely heart

Has learned it's lesson

He be yours if only you would call

In the wee small hours

Of the morning

That's the time you miss him most

Of all