Little Things Mean a Lot

Give her your hand when she's lost her way
Give her your shoulder to cry on
Whether the day is bright or gray
Give her your heart to rely on

Blow her a kiss from across the room
Say she looks nice when she's not
Touch her hand as you pass her chair
Little things mean a lot

Give her your hand as you cross the street
Call her at six on the dot
A line a day when you're far away
Little things mean a lot

Don't have to buy her diamonds and pearls
Champagne, sables, and such
She doesn't care much for diamonds and pearls
'Cause honestly, honey, they just cost money

Give her your hand when she's lost her way
Give her your shoulder to cry on
Whether the day is bright or gray
Give her your heart to rely on

Send her the warmth of a secret smile
Show her you haven't forgot
Now and forever, that always and ever
Little things mean a lot