 Music: Frank Wildhorn
Lyrics: Jack Murphy
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
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