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.
