Lucky you were born that far away so

We could both make fun of distance

Lucky that I love a foreign land for

The lucky fact of your existence

Baby, I would climb the Andes solely

To count the freckles on your body

Never could imagine there were only

Ten million ways to love somebody

Le-do-lo-le-lo-le, le-do-lo-le-lo-le

Can't you see? I'm at your feet

Whenever, wherever

We're meant to be together

I'll be there, and you'll be near

And that's the deal, my dear

There over, hereunder

You'll never have to wonder

We can always play by ear

But that's the deal, my dear