When you're a child You breathe a magical life of your own In the blink of an eye You wake up and find all the magic is gone When you're a child The clouds hold your wishes in soft loving arms And the light of the day Holds wondrous ways to treasures and charms Is it possible to see that light again To hold that wonder again Like I did as a child As a child? When you're a child On a broomstick you might just fly up and away And if you listen close The wise old oak might have something to say Fox in the night You swore he gave you a wink of an eye All the friends in your mind There comes a day that you say your goodbyes Is it possible to see that light again To hold that wonder again Like I did as a child As a child?