It's the little things that make the difference It's the little things that make the change Bit by bit More on, but more on One by one Night by night It's easy to forget When you're looking from the window Of a mountain tram A living history beneath the concrete Of the city streets Of which we walk upon What wasn't I told Now I find out for myself My hand reaches out History's right there on the shelf Excuses failing out Cause I can see It's the little things that make the difference It's the little things that make the change Bit by bit More on, but more on One by one Night by night It's the little things It's the little things It's the little things It's the little things It's the little things It's the little things This one's called Wakaninnyanna, which in my language means where are you going? And there's a statement in there that mentions domininnyalka, which means my precious baby. Domininnyanna, which is my precious one. And it's a statement that my mum used to say to us kids. And all my cousins and aunties also used to use it as well. Here we go.