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 where there is no rain.

Its 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.