Ella Fitzgerald - In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning lyrics

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, ever 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 most of all