baby lock that old front door
got a good red wine to pour
cause the world is just too much for me tonight
i'm a soldier back from war
too tired to care no more
and too sad to put up any kind of fight
but from here to the garden gate
where the sweet wild roses wait
it's a little world, it's a little world
Between Jupiter and Mars
and these cold and icy stars
we oughta take what earthly comfort we can find
Cause it's a big and lonely world
and I'm a sad and lonely girl
it's easy to get lost out there sometimes
but from here to the garden gate
the path is small and straight
and it's a little world, it's a little world
two spoons in a kitchen drawer
a dance on a hardwood floor
two shadows move behind a darkened door
a dog with a juicy bone
a sigh from a saxophone
only a fool would wish for more
from here to the garden gate
Is the world that we create
just a little world, it's a little world