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.