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. 
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.