Magic from 12 by Robin Tymm

The man had a beard and a cape and a wand
And a pretty assistant with hair straight and blond
He pulled a white rabbit from an empty black hat
Well how in the world did he ever do that?

CHORUS
It’s magic....magic
No smoke or mirrors were used
It’s magic....pure magic
Designed to delight and confuse

My uncle possessed one miraculous thing
Made from pieces of wood and six metal strings
He strummed as his fingers danced over the frets
Well how in the world did he ever do that?

CHORUS
It’s magic....magic
Whose secrets are never revealed
It’s magic....pure magic
The conjurer’s lips remain sealed

She was small and American, she was probably too young
She had bad taste in movies, she argued for fun
She proved to me opposites sometimes attract
Well how in the world did she ever do that?

CHORUS
It’s magic....magic
No smoke or mirrors were used
It’s magic....pure magic
Designed to delight and confuse
It’s magic....magic
Whose secrets are never revealed
It’s magic....pure magic
The conjurer’s lips remain sealed

© 2007 Robin Tymm
18th July 2007

• Acoustic
• acoustic guitar
• electric guitar
• melancholy
• originals
• singer-songwriter
• Ashbourne