The World Is in My Arms (From "Hold on to Your Hats")
Here was I, a gypsy, looking for a world to roam in
Now the world is in my arms
No more aimless 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 sunsets of Geneva
What's that magic in your charm
When I hold you, I hold the world right here in my arms