I walked beneath the trees one winter's eve
And followed paths I'd trodden as a child
The forest, then a land of make believe,
Does not now seem the half so harsh and wild.
These branches' barren claws no longer hold
The mysteries and dreams that once they held
When every tree was formed of faerie's gold
And every leaf shone like an emerald!
I hold my breath and then let out a sigh
When I recall those happy days of youth.
Were all those fantasies but just a lie?
Or were they simply shadows of the truth?
The magic's gone, it won't come back again.
The magic's gone, now only I remain.