He was the wizard. Of a thousand kings. And I chanced to meet him. One night wandering. He told me tales. And he drank my wine. Me and my magic man. Kinda feeling fine. He had a cloak of gold. And eyes of fire. And as he spoke. I felt a deep desire. To free the world. Of its fear and pain. And help the people. To feel free again. Why don't we listen to. The voices in our hearts. â€˜Cause then I know we'd find. We're not so far apart. Everybody's got to be happy. Everyone should sing. For we know the joy of life. The peace that love can bring. So spoke the wizard. In his mountain home. The vision of his wisdom. Means we'll never be alone. And I will dream of my magic night. And a million silver stars. That guide me with their light. .