Lyrics In The Wee Small Hours Of The Monring - Andy Williams

In The Wee Small Hours Of The Monring

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 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’d 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’d call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That’s the time you miss him most of all