Little Things Means a Lot - Alma Cogan, Frank Cordell and His Orchestra

Blow me a kiss across the room

Say I look nice when I’m not

Touch my hair as you pass my chair

Little things mean a lot

Give me your arm as we cross the street

Call me at six on the dot

A line a day when you’re far away

Little things mean a lot

Don’t have to buy me diamonds or pearls

Champagne, sables or such

I never cared much for diamonds and pearls

'Cause honestly, honey, they just cost money

Give me your hand when I’ve lost my way

Give me your shoulder to cry on Whether the day is bright or gray

Give me your heart to rely on Send me the warmth of a secret smile

To show me you haven’t forgot

For always and ever, now and forever

Little things mean a lot

Give me your hand when I’ve lost my way

Give me your shoulder to cry on Whether the day is bright or gray

Give me your heart to rely on