When big plans don't work out -
i just fall back on the little things
that make life worth living for:
i just learned to adopt and adapt
and to go on living as best i could
with what i have and can get...
For it's those little things that count -
not lavish meals, big cars,
or costly jewelery that matters -
no, not to me - they don't;
for i can very well do without these -
and still live in peace:
with sisters who shower me with love,
with a daughter who understands,
and friends who care if i am happy or sad -
or if i am glad or mad, hungry or well-fed...
These are the little things in life
that count -
these the little things in life
that matter to me...
and these are the little, little things
that keep the old heart going strong...
