The Wizard

Misty morning, clouds in the sky Without warning, a wizard walks by

Dust in his shadow, weave in his style Lungrate globe, twinkling bell

Never talking, just keeps walking.

Cause in his magic, evil's power disappears.

Demons worry the wizard is near.

He turns tears into joy.

Everyone's happy when the wizard walks by.

Never talking, just keep walking

Riding his magic, running shining

Not to complain, all the people give a happy sign

He has passed by, giving a sign

Left all the people feeling so fine

Now we're talking, just keep walking, right into magic.