While my mind was out flying in mystic space

Searching blindly for perfect enlightened states

I missed full bliss

Longing for what I don’t have

Lost on dreams of kings and fairylands

Stepped out of the dream and entered the moment

Ordinary magic at hand

There are no fantasies more beautiful or perfect

Ordinary magic at hand

Always at hand

While I kept my gaze fixed on the journey’s end

I missed all the lush scenery as I went

Trees grew, birds flew, winds whispered sweet as romance

Now I realize my path at last

To step out of the dream and enter the moment

Ordinary magic at hand

There are no fantasies more beautiful or perfect

Ordinary magic at hand

Always at hand

There is no place like home (home sweet home)

No one like those with whom we grow old

As each moment unfolds

Heaven is as real as the hand that I hold

Sunrise wide open sky over mountain’s edge

Wildflowers, starlight, and music grow where we live

Your eyes, our lives, this is the magic at last

The magic that has always been at hand

Awakened from the dream I entered the moment

Ordinary magic at hand

There are no fantasies more beautiful or perfect

Ordinary magic

Ordinary magic

Ordinary magic at hand