When I look my window What do I And when I outside my window So many different to be, yeah
That strange, so strange You've got to pick up stitch Two rabbits in a ditch The hippies out to it rich
Oh no be the season of the witch Must be the season of the be the season of the witch Must be the of the witch
Well, when I look over my What do I And when I over my shoulder Some ancient I'm longing to be
It's so strange, so You've got to pick up every Two running in the ditch The hippies out to make it
Oh no Must be the season of the be the season of the witch Must be the season of the be the season of the witch
And here we sit immersed in a sea of love rainbows in silver sky above A looking that reflects our past Tied with seaweed all around willows
Upside down, you caress my Caress my soul, my limbs You laugh your and hold my body fast And we wake up and sit here
Thinking about the times we used to And they're gone forever never learn, never learn
me Somebody him
As I look over my What do I And as I look my shoulder so many pretty sights to see
That 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 Must be the season of the 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 help us you better listen, please Momma, I'm