(J. Wozniak)
A cloaking robe of elvenkind
hangs in my wardrobe behind
All the thing that mother said
were proper for a boy
And I know I could not say why
On this summer evening
Sixteen books of 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 the things that mother said
were proper for a boy