Nhạc sĩ: Bob Hilliard, David Mann
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
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 can always find something to do.
You lie awake, and think about the girl, and never ever think of counting sheep.
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson,
she be yours, and finally she will come.
In the wee, small hours of the morning, that's the time you'll miss her most of all.
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson,
she be yours, and finally she will come.
In the wee, small hours of the morning,
Of the morning
And that's the time
You'll miss her
Most
Of
All
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