Magic Is a Child - Nektar

At the time I was a little boy

All my senses were in bloom

The forests were adventure

There dwelt the legends of my mind

I was the keeper of the golden key

I made all the rules

I only had to dream

To create the scene

Magic is a child

Imagination is alive

Magic is imagination

A child is alive

How the trees were so high

The cheese in the sky

Were part of my imagination

I was goblins and elves

With small mushroom shelves

As brothers Grimm would tell their stories

Opening my eyes in the morning I would see

Patterns in the trees making shapes that were a face to me In those tireless times

And those carefree lines

That we draw ourselves

But they’re never kept

I know magic is a child

Imagination is alive

Magic is imagination

A child is alive

Magic is a child

Imagination is alive

Magic is a child

Alive as a child’s imagination