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 rainbows 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.