No New Year’s (C)Day

to cel e brate;

no choc ’late, cov ered can dy hearts to give a (Dm)way.

No first of (Dm)spring;

no song to (Dm7)sing.

In fact here’s (Dm)just an oth er (G)or di nar y (C)day.

No A pril rain

no flow ers bloom;

no wed ding Sat ur day with in the month of (Dm)June.

But what it (Dm)is

is some thing (Dm7)true,

made up of (Dm)these three words that (G)I must say to (C)you.

I just (Dm7)called

to (G)say

I (C)love you.

I just (Dm7)called

to (G)say how much I (Am)care.

I just (Dm7)called

to (G)say

I (Am7)love you.

And I (Dm7)mean it from the (G7sus)bot tom (G7)of my (C)heart.

No sum mer’s (C)high;

no warm Ju ly;

no har vest moon to light one ten der Au gust (Dm)night.

No au tumn (Dm)breeze;

no fall ing (Dm7)leaves;

not e ven (Dm)time for birds to (G)fly to south ern (C)skies.

No Li bra sun;

no Hal low een;

no giv ing thanks to all the Christ mas joy you (Dm)bring.

But what it (Dm)is,

though old so (Dm7)new

to fill your (Dm)heart like no three (G)words could ev er (C)do.

I just (Dm7)called

to (G)say

I (C)love you.

I just (Dm7)called

to (G)say how much I (Am)care.

I just (Dm7)called

to (G)say

I (Am7)love you.

And I (Dm7)mean it from the (G7sus)bot tom (G7)of my (C)heart.

No sum mer’s (C)heart.

I just (C)heart,

(Ab)of my (Bb)heart,

of my (C)heart.