Every morning will soon turn into evening. And spring time will soon turn into fall.
Every memory must fade, like a passing parade and youth become a time you just recall.
But the good times together seem so magical. Like music that lasts your whole life through.
When it's ended it never really dies away. Cause the music always there with you.
Every new day could be a time of harmony, if people could only be in tune.
All the visions you could share, magic castles in the air seem to fade away and vanished all too soon.
But the magic you share when you make music, won’t leave you when the time has come to part.
And it feels like you never have to say goodbye. cause the music’s always there in your heart.
