Every morning will soon turn into evening
And springtime will soon turn into fall;
Every memory must fade like a passing parade,
And youth [bad word] a time you just recall.
But the good times together seems so magical.
Like music that lasts your whole life through;
When it's ended it never really dies away
'cos the music's 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
Seems to fade away and vanish all too soon;
But the magic you share when you make music
Won't leave you when the time [bad word] to part;
And it feels like you never have to say goodbye,
'cos the music's always there in your heart.