The World Is In My Arms

Here was I, a gypsy, looking for a world to roam in,
Now the world is in my arms.
No more endless searching for a place to feel at home in,
For the world is in my arms.
Mexican hill flower the sky, Sappoco see here in your eye
When I see you smile, I see the sunset of Geneva,
What's that magic in your charms,
When I hold you, I hold the world right here in my arms.