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



You sign 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 ain't no 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



Magic, magic, magic, magic