If I was scared and was alone
Would you pick up that telephone?
My friend if I called on you
What is the least that you would do?

I hate to think that she was sad
After the happy life she had
So if she called and she was blue
It was the least that I could do

To sit and talk and listen too
To all those memories in her room
Not to correct and not to prove
It was the least that I could do

And Mother said every year
As Christmas would draw near
"I s'pose we'd better ask her here
She might not be around next year"

And in the spirit of that time
With goodwill to all mankind
We'd ignore or ridicule
It was the least that we could do

And Granddad said before he died
In a poem on my mind
"Look out for Gran, like you should
Just like your old Granddad would"

And so my friend I'm asking you
If I was cold and I was blue
Would you ignore my phone calls too?
What is the least that you would do?

It isn't right, it isn't fair
It shouldn't be like that, I swear
To say you care and show you do
It is the least that you can do