Gordon Macrae It's Magic
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 rainbows when there isn't
rain?
It's magic
Why do I tell me 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 me myself these things that happen are all
really true
When in my heart I know the magic is my love for you?
