Though I don't want to play with magic
There's nothing else to do
I wish that I was home again,
Sitting there with you
I've heard that there across the valley
Lives a weird old man possessed with devilry
Who lives in secrecy
The wise magician he alone
Can find a way to take us both back home.
Writer(s): Gordon Bennit, Manfred Wieczorke, Frank Bornemann
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