No New Year`s day, to cele - brate,
No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away.
No first of spri-ing, no song to sing,
In fact here`s just another ordi- nary day.
No April rain, no flowers bloom,
No wedding Saturday within the month of June.
But what it i- is, is something true,
Made up of these three words that I must say to you.
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 Hallo - ween,
No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring.
But what it i-i-i-is, though old, so new.
To fill your heart like no three words could ever do.
I just called to say I love you.
I just called to say how much I ca-a-are, I do.
I just called to say I love you.
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
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.
Of my heart, of my heart.