Its Magic

Dick Haymes

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 isn't 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?



It's magic

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?