Sometimes it makes me wonder

Where magic goes for a wander

Is it as simple as fairies in the sand?

Or elves in a winter wonderland?

Hmm to be a fairy just imagine

To settle into a forest cabin

To practise doing a magic spell

To make appear a grand hotel.

Do they bathe in the morning dew?

And gaze away at the sunset view,

To magic up some magnificent castles,

To hide away from evil rascals.

Could they use magic to build a skyscraper?

Or could pixies make houses of paper?

Rest assured that nothing tragic

Will ever happen to the magic.

And I’ve known from the start

The real magic is in your heart.