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