When I outside my window What do I And I look outside my window So many people to be, yeah
That strange, so strange You've got to up every stitch Two rabbits in a ditch The hippies out to make it
Oh no be the season of the witch Must be the season of the Must be the of the witch be the season of the witch
Well, I look over my shoulder do I see? And I look over my shoulder Some ancient fellow I'm to be
It's so strange, so got to pick up every stitch Two rabbits in the ditch The hippies out to it rich
Oh no Must be the of the witch be the season of the witch Must be the of the witch be the season of the witch
And here we sit immersed in a sea of love Shimmering in silver sky above A looking glass that reflects our Tied with all around like willows
down, you caress my heart Caress my soul, surround my You laugh your laugh and hold my fast And we wake up and sit thinking
about the times we used to have And know they're forever We'll never learn, learn
me Somebody him
As I look my shoulder do I see? And as I over my shoulder There's so many sights to see
That strange, so strange You've got to pick up every got to pick up every stitch Those hippies out to make it
Oh no be the season of the witch Must be the season of the of the witch Please have on my soul No, no, be the season of the witch
God, God, hey If you can't us you better listen, please Momma, I'm