IT’S MAGIC 1947 |
YOU SIGH THE SONG BEGINS,
YOU SPEAK AND I HEAR VIOLINS;
IT’S MAGIC.
THE STARS DESERT THE SKIES
AND RUSH TO NESTLE IN YOUR EYES;
IT’S MAGIC.
WITHOUT A GOLDEN WAND
OR MYSTIC CHARMS,
FANTASTIC THINGS BEGIN
WHEN I AM IN YOUR ARMS.
WHEN WE WALK HAND IN HAND
THE WORLD BECOMES A WONDERLAND;
IT’S MAGIC.
HOW ELSE CAN I EXPLAIN
THE RAINBOW WHEN THERE IS NO RAIN;
IT’S MAGIC.
WHY DO I TELL MYSELF THESE THINGS
THAT HAPPEN ARE ALL REALLY TRUE?
WHEN IN MY HEART i KNOW
THE MAGIC IS MY LOVE FOR YOU.
