It's Magic - Abbey Lincoln

You sigh, a 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