November 12, 2015

Lyrics

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

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