Verse 1 There's a man on the mountain with a mind like a storm, Billy Mac the wizard, never quite conformed. While the world was sleeping, he was sharpening the quill, Born with fire in his blood and an iron-forged will. They said the art was dying, he said, "Not on my watch" — Every word a small rebellion, every poem a notch. Chorus He's the wizard that will, When the rest stand still. He climbs every mountain, He drinks from every well. Got a story worth telling, Got a truth worth the thrill — Billy Mac, the wizard, The wizard that will. Verse 2 Never chased the spotlight, but the spotlight found him first, Poetry his water in an unrelenting thirst. Built his reputation one honest line at a time, Every room he walked into, he'd leave it sublime. They handed him a moment, and he gave them back an era — The further that you look, the more the legend gets clearer. Chorus He's the wizard that will, When the rest stand still. He climbs every mountain, He drinks from every well. Got a story worth telling, Got a truth worth the thrill — Billy Mac, the wizard, The wizard that will. Bridge You can try to define him, But the words won't stick — His candle with a wick He's already past you With another new trick. Call him poet, call him prophet, Call him what you want. Billy Mac just smiles slow and gets back to the font. Verse 3 Now the years keep rolling and the pages keep turning, And the fire in his chest keeps relentlessly burning. Some men leave a footprint, Billy Mac leaves a trail — A map for every dreamer who refused to go pale. So raise a glass to the wizard, let the whole world know: He was here, he was real, and he put on a show. Outro He's the wizard that will, When the rest stand still. He climbs every mountain, He drinks from every well. Got a story worth telling, Got a truth worth the thrill — Billy Mac, the wizard, The wizard that will. The wizard that will.