Oh magician, standing on the hill
I implore you, use your ancient skill
While before you I in reverence bow
Grant to me the gift of magic now
Sage of wisdom, do not think me bold
I ask not for rubies nor for gold
Wave your magic scepter in the air
Oh magician, mock not my despair.
Make forgotten angry words and deeds
Heal the open wounds from which I bleed.
Seek the incantation, find the spell
That would soothe my heart and make it well.
Oh Magician, Sorcerer Supreme
Make before me rise a cherished dream
Let the joy it brings be made to last
Long after the magic spell’s been cast.