Weemoedig starend in je glas whiskey terwijl je de laatste sigaret opsteekt en het lege pakje verfrommelt en weggooit, niemand kon daar mooier over zingen dan Frank Sinatra. Van Sinatra’s beste album, In The Wee Small Hours. Muziek van David Mann, tekst van Bob Hilliard.
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
[Chorus]
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You’d be hers if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That’s the time you miss her most of all
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You’d be hers if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That’s the time you miss her most of all
Uitgelichte afbeelding: By TV-Radio Mirror publisher-Macfadden Publications, New York – page 28, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=44091864
