I used to think the world was flat
Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
I felt I had used up my quota of yearning
Used to look in on the children at night
In the glow of their Donald Duck light
And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning
Who holds the aces
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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.