[Verse 1] In a tower old where the shadows creep, Past portraits whispering secrets deep, On a dusty shelf where the cobwebs cling, Lies a tattered hat that used to sing. Stitched with spells and sewn with fate, A relic born to designate— It waits each year for the train to roar, Then calls young hearts through the oaken door. [Chorus] 🎩 I am the hat, I see your soul, I know the dreams you don’t yet know. I’ll read your mind, your deepest part, With just a glance into your heart. So don’t be scared, just sit up straight, Your house is more than random fate— It’s written in your very thread, By every thought inside your head. [Verse 2] Gryffindor, the brave of heart, With fire and courage from the start. Hufflepuff, so true and kind, With loyal hands and steadfast mind. Ravenclaw, the wise and bright, Who chase the stars and seek the light. Slytherin, with cunning grace, Who carve their path and win the race. [Chorus] 🎩 I am the hat, I know your name, Before you’ve earned your house or fame. Don’t wish for one, don’t try to hide, The magic's real—just step inside. For every witch and wizard bold, This moment’s more than tales of old— It’s destiny beneath this brim, Where future’s stitched into the hymn. [Bridge] Some say I’m just a dusty hat, But I’ve seen love, and war, and that— Which hides behind a smiling face, And dares to dream in darkest place. I’ve known the hearts of those now gone, Their voices echo in my song. So take a seat and close your eyes— The hat will cut through every lie. [Final Chorus] 🎩 I am the hat, and I still sing, Of every storm and every spring. Of founders’ hopes and ancient spells, Of laughter, ghosts, and tolling bells. Four houses, one school, one beating flame, And I will sort you, just the same. So wear me proud, and know this truth— The magic's not just age or youth— It lives in you, forevermore… From the first house call to the final war.
