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.