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, wowSixteen 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, wow
And I know some-thing... something bout you oh, oh, wow, oh, oh...
And I know some-thing... something bout you oh, oh, wow, 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
