A cloaking robe of elvenkind
hangs in my wardrobe behind
All those things that mother said
were proper for a boy
And I know I, I, I, could not say why, why, why
On this summer evening, oh-oh-oh
Sixteen books on magic spells
stacked below the cloak of elves
And sixteen books on magic spells
So elegantly bound
And I know I, I, I, could not say why, why, why
On this summer evening, oh-oh-oh
And I know something...something about you
oh-oh-oh oh oh oh
And I know something...something about you
oh-oh-oh oh oh oh
oh...oh...

A cloaking robe of elvenkind
hangs in my wardrobe behind
All those things that mother said
were proper for a boy

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