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-oh
16 books on magic spells
Stacked below the cloak of elves
And 16 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-oh
And I know somethin'
Somethin' 'bout you, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, oh
And I know somethin'
Somethin' 'bout you, 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
