I Could Make You Care

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

Sapporo sees 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