Revival
Waiting for the magic to come back
I'm waiting for the magic
to come back to me
I see all around the pink blush of
midsummer roses
They give me such a rush
as the wind sings sweetly
hush child hush
The trees are calling both
long distance and up close
Am I asking for too much?
I wish to be free
from the fears that come in the
morning light and
free from the nightmares that rouse
during a savage night
Yes, I'm waiting for
the Magic to come back
and find me
Let my hands create
and my eyes see beauty
in all its fallen grace
When I look into each and every face,
I want to feel that life is not a race
and find a kinder, gentler pace
I welcome the soft nights that
I long to embrace, where
jasmine mixed with dogwood
is the scent swirling in my senses
and a soft cushion of grass is my
Blue Ridge Mountain bed set
Your lap is my pillow
on which
to rest my head
may the Magic come back
and find me
Let my hands create
and my eyes see beauty
in all its fallen grace
All the while
waiting for the Magic
to come back to me
Or maybe it's just so near.
the apache kid