Lyrics Nanci Griffith – In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning
Text:
In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the girl
And never ever think of counting sheep
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You’d be hers if only she’d call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That’s the time you miss her most of all
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You’d be hers if only she’d call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That’s the time you miss her most of all
Album
Nanci Griffith – Clock Without Hands
Nanci Griffith – In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning
Nanci Griffith – Last Song For Mother
Nanci Griffith – Armstrong
Nanci Griffith – Shaking Out The Snow
Nanci Griffith – Roses On The 4th Of July
Nanci Griffith – Pearl’s Eye View (The Life Of Dickey Chapelle)
Nanci Griffith – Cotton
Nanci Griffith – Truly Something Fine
Nanci Griffith – The Ghost Inside Of Me
Nanci Griffith – Lost Him In The Sun
Nanci Griffith – Midnight In Missoula
Nanci Griffith – Where Would I Be
Nanci Griffith – Traveling Through This Part Of You
Nanci Griffith – Clock Without Hands