Lyrics:
In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning

she would call In the wee small hours of the morning It's the time I miss her most of all In the wee small hours of the morning While the whole wide

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

inside, The tears that you're crying Ain't easy to hide, When you gotta go, you've just gotta say good-bye... In the wee, small hours of the morning

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

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

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

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

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

Translation: Manilow, Barry. In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning.