Magic Hour

Take me down
To Old North woods
I’d be there tomorrow
If I thought I could

Because once I walked
Down in Old North woods
Eyes of a child
Past the neighborhood

And I heard a whisper
Of the wind whistling through the leaves
And I’m a witness
Feel my power

In the light of the magic hour

Burning star
So very far
Yet how do I know
And why are you part

Of what I seek
Down by this creek
Cause it’s more than reflection
Or the banks at my feet

I still am wandering
Footsteps in the old ravine
And I’m a witness
Feel my power

In the light of the magic hour

I hear the whispers
Of the wind whistling through the leaves
And I’m a witness
Feel my power

In the light of these magic hours

In the light of the magic hour