Real Magik
© Jeff Jewkes / ASCAP / www.jeffjewkes.com

He might find her in the meads
Or on the Isle of Apples
His wounds, she will be healing
Enchantress of the king

All the magik in her hands. . .
All the magik in her hands. . .
All the magik in her soul
Is trying to find a way to draw his mind
To what he needs to know

She could show him every sigil
And ancient craft
Cleanse him under a waning moon. . .

All the magik in her hands. . .
All the magik in her hands. . .
All the magik in her soul
Is trying to find a way to draw his mind
To what he needs to know

Draw his mind to what he needs. . .

Somewhere far in unconscious strands
Memories of the Summerlands. . .
Memories of lead turned to gold. . .
Myths and legends to recall
The dark must fall. . .
Light conquers all. . .

All the magik in her hands. . .
All the magik in her hands. . .
All the magik in her soul
Is trying to find a way to draw his mind
To what he needs to know

Draw his mind
To the secret she has known

Deep in the mind
The real magik