| 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 |