My Enchanted Cloak
Life isn't swarming with goblins and elves
In the dark at the top of the stairs;
Most of the ogres we make up ourselves
So it helps when somebody cares.Let the monsters come in the night,
Let them threaten to blot out the light,
Let them lurk in the forest behind every oak---
You're my magic sword,
My enchanted cloak.When my world becomes helter-skelter
And my fears make it that much worse;
You create a protective shelter,
You remove every spell and each curse.Let the werewolves cry like a loon
Even though there may not be a moon,
I can face all these threats that my demons invoke---
You're my magic sword,
My enchanted cloak.