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
those raindrops 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.
It''s magic...
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.