He was the wizard of a thousand kings,
And I chance to meet him one night wandering,
He told me tales and he drank my wine,
Me and my magic man kind of feeling fine.
He had a cloak of gold and eyes of fire,
And as he spoke out felt a deep desire,
To free the world of it's fear and pain,
And help the people to feel free again.
Why don't we listen to the voices in our heart
Cause then I know we'd find we're not so far apart
Everybody's got to be happy, everyone should sing
For we know the joy of life, the peace that love can bring.
So spoke the wizard in his mountain home
The vision of his wisdom means we'll never be alone
And I will dream of my magic night,
And the million silver stars
That guide me with their light.