I've heard it in the mystical wind that you found it
Where is the magic?
Is it in the gentle flitting of fragile butterfly wings
Is it in the timeless melody that an angel sings
In sync , their sweet symphony, so unfettered and free
Where is the magic?
I heard it from the chattering birds that you found it
Is it in the swaying of young blossoms in the breeze
Is is in the falling of the autumn leaves, or the buzzing of the bees
I heard it from the babbling brook and from the cool mountain stream
I heard it in a peaceful, ancient dream
I heard that you found it
Where is the magic?
Is it in in the freshness of the early morning dew
when daytime is calling
Is it in the verdant forests and mountains the colour of indigo blue
Or is it the still of the night and the magic of the moon
when it feels like the whole world is sleeping and sighing
Or when clandestine lovers on warm river banks swoon
I heard in the sweet tears of new born babies and I saw it in the smiles of the children, I heard that you found it
Where is the magic?
Is it under the oceans where the mermaids guard their treasure...this magic by which everything we measure
Is it in the ripples in the pond, the lake and the river, is it in the thistles and clover
I've searched this whole world over!
I heard that you found it
Where is the magic?

High above us, beneath the sky, where live all creatures great and small
the white dove of peace flies over us all
And isn't that magic...?