Magic (Campfire Song)

CWhen I was young I tGhought the stCars were made for wishing onG

And Fevery hole deep iCn a tree must hide a leprechGaun

Old Chouses all had sGecret rCooms, if one could find the keyG

I Fdo believe in Gmagic, I belieCve.

CMagic is the sGun that makCes a rainbow out of raGin

And FMagic keeps the dCream alive to try and try agGain

CMagic is the loGve that stayCs when good friends have to leaGve

I Fdo believe in Gmagic, I Cbelieve.

CGrowing up the Ggrown-ups said somCeday I'd wake to fiGnd

That Fmagic's just a cChildhood dream I'd have to leave behGind

Like Cclothes that woGuld no lConger fit and toys that I'd igGnore

I'd Fnot believe in Gmagic Canymore.

CMagic is the sGun that makCes a rainbow out of raGin

And FMagic keeps the dCream alive to try and try agaGin

CMagic is the loGve that stayCs when good friends have to leaGve

I Fdo believe in Gmagic, I Cbelieve.

CWhen I grew up I lGearned agCain that much to my suGrprise

FMagic did not fCade away, it took a new diGsguise

A cChild, a Gfriend, a sCmile, a sFong, the courage to stand talCl

I Fdo believe in Gmagic, after aCll.

CMagic is the sGun that makCes a rainbow out of raGin

And FMagic keeps the dCream alive to try and try agaGin

CMagic is the loGve that stayCs when good friends have to leaGve

I Fdo believe in Gmagic, for Flove's the greatest magGic

I Fdo believe in Gmagic, I beClieve.