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