sky You can always find something to do But from dusk 'til dawn as the clock ticks on Something happens to you In the wee small hours of the morning
inside, The tears that you're crying Ain't easy to hide, When you gotta go, you've just gotta say good-bye... In the wee, small hours of the morning
Tercüme: Streisand, Barbra. The Morning Of The Wee Small Hours Go / Gotta zaman.