WellWhat would we do without the lessons learned,
the choices made, the corners turned?
You taught us all that we know.


How we're only as strong as we are united,
and as weak as we are when we're divided

you gave the Order hope needed to survive.

Dumbledore, you taught us what magic was for.

Dumbledore, I miss you.
Dumbledore, you taught us what magic was for.
Dumbledore, I miss you.


They said that writing a song should be like falling in love, so cue the lead guitar.


You'd sit behind your wooden desk,
answer every question that we'd ask
with some clever, cryptic, vague turn of phrase.


And the subtle laugh behind your blue eyes
was all just one big disguise

for the brilliant wizard hidden underneath.

Dumbledore, you taught us what magic was for.

Dumbledore, I miss you.
Dumbledore, you taught us what magic was for.
Dumbledore, I miss you.


Well of course it's all in your head, but why should that make it any less real?


You arranged it so that I could go to school;
you planted the Whomping Willow
and hid me in the Shrieking Shack every full moon.


I'll never forget how you showed this werewolf cub
an endless amount of unconditional love,

and taught me what it meant to be brave.

Dumbledore, you taught us what magic was for.

Dumbledore, I miss you.
Dumbledore, you taught us what magic was for.
Dumbledore, I miss you.


Dumbledore, you taught us what magic was for.
Dumbledore, we miss you.

Dumbledore, you taught us what magic was for.
Dumbledore, we miss you.