Magic

Oh Lord of his mercy

Ehh ayhh, eehh eehh

Oh lord, hold on

Seven times fall, many times rise,

But the wicked will stumble when calamity strike.

Seven times four, twenty eight strikes,

I'm still nursing wounds and everything will be fine.

When i was four started writing my rhymes,

Oh lord, these were magical times.

When we had love, and the future was bright,

Who doesn't miss being a child.

These are magical times, magical moments.

This fabric of life, is perfectly woven.

Magical times, magical moments,

Take me back in time, even just a minute.

Innocent and pure,

Preciously golden.

Is the mind of the young,

To climb and move mountains.

But as time moves on

And we aging and growing.

Let us not loose all,

The spark that's been burning.

Magical times, magical moments,

This fabric of life, is perfectly woven.

Magical times, magical moments,

Take me back in time, even just a minute.

Magical times, magical moments,

This fabric of life, is perfectly woven.

Magical times, magical moments

Take me back in time, even a minute, a minute.