MAGIC PAINTING

I found a painting in a musty trunk And as I blew the dust away I remembered seeing it long ago A view from my window in early May I stared deep into it for sometime Then it began to grow larger and larger And as if the window had disappeared I was pulled into it by an unknown caller The magic painting, the magic painting The magic painting, the magic painting The magic painting, the magic painting The magic painting, the magic painting THERE I AM!!! I can smell those fields The wind like an old familiar friend The path leading to that little river I follow it down until the bend I dip my fingers into the icy stream Crystal clear and running fast And further up I see our hill I stood still hoping it would last I could have kept walking up to the hill But it hurt too much to go so deep I retraced my steps to the edge of the window Tasting and drinking everything I could see Then in an instant I returned to now Holding the dusty painting again But my cheeks were red, my hair wind-blown The breath of freedom on my lips again The magic painting, the magic painting The magic painting, the magic painting The magic painting, the magic painting The magic painting, the magic painting The magic painting, the magic painting The magic painting, the magic painting...