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 when there is no rain?
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.

It's magic...

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.

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Note: From the 1948 film, "Romance on the High Se