No new year's day to celebrate,
　No chocolate covered candy hearts
　To give away, No first of spring,
　No song to sing, In fact it's just another ordinary day
　No April rain, No flowers bloom,
　No wedding Saturday Within the month of June,
　But what it is, is something true
　Made up of these three words
　That I must say to 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 halloween,
　No giving thanks To all the Christmas joy you bring,
　But what it is, though old so new,
　To fill your heart
　Like no tree words could ever do;
　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,
　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.
　Oh, my heart. oh, my heart.