And I know, I could not say why
A cloaking robe of elvenkind
On this summer evening
And I know something, something about you
On this summer evening
Sixteen books of magic spells
All the thing that mother said
And I know something, something about you
Were proper for a boy
All the things that mother said
Stacked below the cloak of elves
And I know, I could not say why
Hangs in my wardrobe behind
And sixteen books on magic spells
So elegantly bound