Frank Sinatra - 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.