When I look my window do I see? And I look outside my window So different people to be, yeah
That it's strange, so You've got to pick up stitch Two rabbits in a ditch The out to make it rich
Oh no Must be the of the witch Must be the season of the Must be the of the witch Must be the season of the
Well, when I look over my What do I And when I over my shoulder Some fellow I'm longing to be
so strange, so strange You've got to pick up stitch Two running in the ditch The hippies out to it rich
Oh no Must be the season of the Must be the of the witch be the season of the witch Must be the season of the
And here we sit immersed in a sea of love Shimmering rainbows in silver sky A looking glass that our past with seaweed all around like willows
Upside down, you caress my my soul, surround my limbs You laugh laugh and hold my body fast And we wake up and sit thinking
about the times we used to have And know they're forever We'll learn, never learn
me Somebody him
As I look over my do I see? And as I over my shoulder There's so pretty sights to see
it's strange, so strange You've got to pick up every You've got to pick up stitch Those out to make it rich
Oh no be the season of the witch Must be the of the witch 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