Everywhere that beauty glows you are,
Everywhere an orchid grows you are,
Everything that´s young and gay, brighter than a holiday,
Everywhere the angels play you are.

You´re like Paris in April and May
You´re New York on a silvery day.
A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter,
You´re Loch Lomond when autumn is the painter.
You´re Moonlight on a night in Capri,
And Cape Cod looking out at the sea,
You´re all places that leave me breathless,
And no wonder: you´re all the world to me.