~Magic Man~
Magic Man
The Man with a long beard of white
carries his septer to his right
He walks Snow Mountain
Looking for saddened souls
Star dust sprinkled in childrens eyes
falling stars shooting across the night skies
Healing broken hearts
getting kids off to good starts
The Magic Man
Looking for you on days so blue
So wise he always knows what to do
Many years have passed by
Grey in his hair, sadness in his eyes
Long ago things weren't so tough
Now so many roads are so very rough
Too many to help
Too many to save
The Magic Man now Prays
Lord help me
Too much pain do I see
I am growing old
I am growing so weary
Lord
Help me
Make my Magic come alive
Make these children thrive
Make the World know Peace
Make stronger those that are weak
For this I plead
The Magic Man
Needs thee.
Please Lord hear my plea
Restore my Magic back to me
Again let me be
The Magic Man
LynneŠ2006
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