It's The Little Things by Barbara Lynn Terry The lightening flashed and the thunder roared, As I sat in my little house just sitting here bored Out of my mind, and with nothing to do. So I decided instead I should call you, Because I need so much to hear your voice, 'Cause listen to you or be bored was not a choice. The phone rang once, maybe even twice, To hear your words would be so nice, And make me at ease from my fright, Of the raging storm outside. Everytime I call you, I want to hear you say, "I love you," and "won't you come to stay, With me on this very dreadful night?" Sometimes I swear you lose sight, Of all that is important in our world, Because it is the little things I enjoy, That makes me a very happy girl.