In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning

When the sun is high, in the afternoon sky
There will always be 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
When the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about your problems
And never even think of counting sheep

When your troubled self has learnt its lesson
He would help if only you would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
Thats the time you need Him most of all
Thats the time you need Him most of all