If there were witchcraft, I'd make two wishes.
I'd wish that you were coming back to me.
And then I'd wish for a blazing fireside.
And you beside me, as we used to be.


But in this real world, there is no witchcraft.
No magic spell to put my heart at ease.
My lonely daydreams must be the magic.
To bring me back those happy memories.


My lonely daydreams must be the magic.
To bring me back those happy memories.
Memories that linger, constant and true.
Memories I'll cherish, my dear, of you.