Every morning will soon turn into evening, and springtime will soon turn into fall;
Every memory must fade like a passing parade, and youth become 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 has come to part;
And it feels like you never have to say goodbye, 'cos the music's always there in your heart.