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 boyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
