Magic is the sun that makes a rainbow out of rain, magic keeps the dream alive to try and try again, and magic is the love that stays when good friends have to leave. I do believe in magic I believe.
When I was young I thought that stars were for wishing on and every hole deep in a tree should hide a leprechaun, old houses all had secret rooms if I could find the key, I do believe in magic I believe.
Magic is the sun that makes a rainbow out of rain, magic keeps the dream alive to try and try again, and magic is the love that stays when good friends have to leave. I do believe in magic I believe.
When I was grew up the grown ups said that magic was a childhood dream that I’d have to leave behind, like cloths that would not fit and toys that I’d ignore, I don’t believe in magic anymore.
Magic is the sun that makes a rainbow out of rain, magic keeps the dream alive to try and try again, and magic is the love that stays when good friends have to leave. I do believe in magic I believe.
When I was grown, I found to my surprise, that magic did not fade away it took a new disguise, a childhood song, a friend, a smile, and the courage to stand tall. I do believe in magic, after all.
Magic is the sun that makes a rainbow out of rain, magic keeps the dream alive to try and try again, and magic is the love that stays when good friends have to leave I do believe magic I believe.
