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