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 sees 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