Magic Moments                               Burt Bacharach and Hal David, Perry Como

Magic, moments,
When two hearts are carin’,
Magic, moments,
Memories we’ve been sharin’ . . .
 
I’ll never forget the moment we kissed,
The night of the hayride,
The way that we hugged to try to keep warm,
While takin' a sleigh ride.
 
Magic, moments,
Memories we’ve been sharin’,
Magic, moments,
When two hearts are carin’ . . .
 
Time can’t erase the memory of,
These magic, moments,
Filled with love!
 
The telephone call that tied up the line,
For hours and hours,
The Saturday dance, I got up the nerve,
To send you some flowers.
 
Magic, moments,
Memories we’ve been sharin’,
Magic, moments,
When two hearts are carin’ . . .
 
Time can’t erase the memory of,
These magic, moments,
Filled with love!
 
The way that we cheered,
Whenever our team,
Was scoring a touchdown!
 
The time that the floor,
Fell out of my car,
When I put the clutch down!
 
The penny arcade,
The games that we played,
The fun and the prizes!
 
The Halloween hop,
When everyone came,
In funny disguises.
 
Magic, moments,
Filled with love!


In the 1950s, Burt Bacharach, a piano accompanist for top-name singers, was a struggling songwriter. The only trouble was that his songs were so original and so different from regular popular songs that few publishers would hear them, let alone publish them. But 1957 was Bacharach's year. Teamed with lyricist Hal David, he produced two hits, "The Story of My Life", a song with a 52-bar chorus and some notes to be whistled by the singer, and "Magic Moments", a much simpler song with an intriguing melody and a happy lilt. Perry's lovely million-seller has created many magic moments for listener's ever since.