All The Little Things

[Verse 1]
I love how you stir your tea
Two spoons
Just to watch it spin
The way that you tug your sleeve
When you’re trying not to grin
That shy little giggle
You hide in your hair
I love how you love me
When you think I’m not there
[Chorus]
All the little things you do
All the little ways you move
Every habit
Every trace
Every freckle on your face
If I tried a thousand springtimes
I could never name them through
All the little things in you
Make me fall again for you
[Verse 2]
I love how you count the steps
Up the hill to our front door
How you hum the second part
To the tune we both adore
Your pretend storm of outrage
When I tickle your side (hey!)
Then you break into laughter
Till we’re both fit to cry
[Chorus]
All the little things you do
All the little ways you move
Every habit
Every trace
Every freckle on your face
If I tried a thousand springtimes
I could never name them through
All the little things in you
Make me fall again for you
[Bridge]
So stay with me in these small rooms
Mugs on the table
Socks on the floor
I’ll say “I love you” in quiet ways
You’ve never heard before (oh love)
For every day
A detail
For every night
A tune
I’ll keep on finding reasons
Till the last soft afternoon
[Chorus]
All the little things you do
All the little ways you move
Every habit
Every trace
Every freckle on your face
If I tried a thousand springtimes
I could never name them through
All the little things in you
Make me fall again
And again
For you

Gentle acoustic folk ballad with Irish lilt, two female vocals (soprano and alto) in close harmony. Fingerpicked guitar and soft bodhrán pulse, subtle fiddle swells in the chorus. Verses stay intimate and almost whispered; choruses bloom with stacked thirds and a tender lift on the title line. Light whistle countermelodies trace the vocal lines, ending in a warm, lingering cadence., gentle