Stacey Kent
In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning
In the wee small hours of the morningWhile the whole wide world is fast asleepYou lie awake and think about the boyAnd never ever think of counting sheepWhen your lonely heart has learned its lessonYou'd be hers if only she would callIn the wee small hours of the morningThat's the time you miss her most of all
From Letras Mania