You're All The World To Me

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.