No New Years Day to celebrate, 
No chocolate covered candy hearts 
to give away, 
No first of spring, no song to sing, 
In fact, here'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 [bad word] 
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 Halloween, 
No giving thanks for 
all the Christmas joy you bring, 
But what it is, 
tho' old, so new, 
To fill your heart like no three words 
could ever do.