Little Things - Linda Eder

It’s the whisper of the rain when we’re sleeping

The familiar way the scent of you clings

In the coolness of the night

It’s the little things

It’s the honest way you ask how I’m feeling

And the way you still agree though I’m wrong

It’s the little things in life

That carry me along

And it’s the peace that I find

When it all slows down

And I feel something in the air

Keeps me from losing my mind

In this crazy world

When there’s some little thing to share

'Cause all alone here with you

The little things will do Everyone’s always reaching for brass rings

As for me, I’m content with the view

When the afternoon shadows play

With the breezes at end of day

There is nothing I need to say

Let the fireworks start

Let the band begin

Those things don’t really matter at all

'Cause when the crowds all go home

And I look within

The extravagant gestures seem small

It’s not castles and kings

It’s the little things

It’s not castles and kings

It’s the little things

It’s the whisper of the rain when we’re sleeping