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