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.