 |
| Summer Magic The soft Summer magic Drifts across the meadow Summer Magic It weaves through the willow Right into your heart A song the river sings The joys soon set free Warm rain on blossoming, growing things (Interlude) Hearts grow dearer And heaven seems nearer Winter dreams come true Oh that magic What wonderful magic Summer can do |
| Summer Magic |
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
| azzlin' |
 |