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 could not
Say why
On this summer evening
Sixteen books on magic
Spells stacked below the cloak of elves
And sixteen books on
Magic spells so elegantly
Bound
And i know i could not
Say why
On this summer evening
And i know
Something...something
About you
And i know
Something...something
About you
A cloaking robe of
Elvenkind hangs in my
Wardrobe behind
All those things that
Mother said were proper
For a boy