When you're a child
You breathe a magical life of your own
In the blink of an eye
You wake up and find all the magic is gone
When you're a child
The clouds hold your wishes in soft loving arms
And the light of the day
Holds wondrous ways to treasures and charms
Is it possible to see that light again
To hold that wonder again
Like I did as a child
As a child?
When you're a child
On a broomstick you might just fly up and away
And if you listen close
The wise old oak might have something to say
Fox in the night
You swore he gave you a wink of an eye
All the friends in your mind
There comes a day that you say your goodbyes
Is it possible to see that light again
To hold that wonder again
Like I did as a child
As a child?
