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