A bright moonlight sonata,
A rhapsody by Liszt,
A rambling obbligato,
A story with a twist,
The scent of sleepy roses,
The setting sun has kissed,
Are little things compared to you.

The skyline of Manhattan,
A sighing violin,
The rhythm of a Latin,
When bongo drums begin,
The strange enchanting places,
My dreams have found me in,
Are little things compared to you.

Even flaming sunsets on the ocean
Or reaching out to catch a falling star
Fill me with a sentimental notion.
That the world just has charms
When you're here in my arms.

The silent spell of starlight,
The cry of whippoorwills,
The magic glow of car lights
On dim and distant hills,
A half-forgotten love song
With its long-remembered thrills,
Are little things compared to you.

Little things compared to you.