Harry Potter songs
Oh
I come from a land, from a faraway place
Where the firebolt brooms
roam
Where they send you to azkaban
If they find you're a
murderer
It's barbaric, but hey, it's home
When the irish
from the east
And the lovely ladys from the west
And the
papers in the fire slips out
Come on down
Stop on by
Hop a
broom and fly
To another hogwarts night
Hogwarts night
Like hogwarts days
no better good place Wave wands and have
grace
In a lot of good ways
hogwarts
nights
'Neath Hogwarts moons
A fool off his guard
Could die
and die hard
Out there on the roads