| I can see the snow-capped mountains
|
| But the sun is shining on my face
|
| And the water flowing from the glacier
|
| Has a healing feeling to the taste
|
| Bells are ringing on the brown swiss cows
|
| Yeah, the Lord has been libra with his grace
|
| I’ve been eating sprungli chocolate
|
| Looking up and out on the land
|
| Looks like it’s been this way forever
|
| Or at lease since time again
|
| It’s just one stop short of heaven
|
| Oh, I must be in Switzerland
|
| Sweet summer are falling
|
| Yeah, it makes the green grass grow
|
| Since we’re looking for a lady
|
| A cute Swiss miss I used to know
|
| Way up high above the grimselpass
|
| The scene reveals the masterplan
|
| Looks like creation unfolded
|
| Oh, I must be in Switzerland
|
| Geneva to Lugano
|
| Into locking of Neptune
|
| There ain’t no place on God’s green earth
|
| Or underneath His moon
|
| When you see and taste and feel it
|
| You’ll begin to understand
|
| As a matter of fact I see the night at home
|
| So, I must be in Switzerland
|
| There’s snow outside the window
|
| Winter’s falling from above
|
| We could go skiing down the Eiger
|
| Or cuddle up and make sweet love
|
| Little darling if you come by my chilling
|
| We’ll make it fit just like a glove
|
| I didn’t grow up in the mountain
|
| My toes were stuck deep in the sand
|
| But I’ve travelled this whole planet
|
| Learning the cowboy band
|
| When I see the landscape of the angels
|
| I know I must be in Switzerland
|
| Oh, I must be in Switzerland
|
| It’s just one stop short of heaven
|
| Here in Switzerland
|
| Geneva to Lugano
|
| Here in Switzerland
|
| I can see the landscape of the angels
|
| Here in Switzerland
|
| It’s just one stop short of heaven |