No New Year’s Day to celebrate; no choc’late-covered candy hearts to give away
No first of spring, no song to sing. In fact here’s just another ordinary day
No April rain; no flowers bloom; no wedding Saturday within the month of June
But what it is something true made up of these three words that I must say to you
Chorus:
I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart
No summer’s high; no warm July; no harvest moon to light one tender August night
No autumn breeze; no falling leaves; not even time for birds to fly to southern skies
No Libra sun; no Halloween; no giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring
But what it is, though old so new, to fill you heart like no three words could ever do
Chorus:
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