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.
