Oscar Peterson - In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning

When the sun is highIn the afternoon skyYou can alwaysFind something to do;But from dusk til dawn,As the clock ticks on,Something happens to you.In the wee small hoursOf the morningWhile the whole wideWorld is fast asleepYou lie awake andThink about the girlAnd never ever thinkOf counting sheepWhen your lonely heartHas learned its lessonYou'd be hersIf only she would callIn the wee smallHours of the morningThat's the timeYou miss her most of allWhen your lonely heartHas learned its lessonYou'd be hersIf only she would callIn the wee smallHours of the morningThat's the timeYou miss her most of all