You're All The World To Me Lyrics

Fred Astaire 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.