The Wizard

The Wizard
Misty morning, clouds in the sky
Without warning, the wizard walks by
Casting his shadow, weaving his spell
Funny clothes, tinkling bell
Never talking
Just keeps walking
spreading his magic

Evil power disappears
Demons worry when the wizard is near
He turns tears into joy
Everyone's happy when the wizard walks by
Never talking
Just keeps walking
spreading his magic
Sun is shining, clouds have gone by
All the people give a happy sigh
He has passed by, giving his sign
Left all the people feeling so fine
Never talking
Just keeps walking
spreading his magic
En una mañana neblinosa, con nubes en el cielo, el mago aparece sin previo aviso. Su sombra se proyecta, tejiendo su hechizo, vistiendo ropas peculiares y con una campanilla tintineante...