When I look outside my What do I And I look outside my window So different 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 make it
Oh no Must be the of the witch be the season of the witch Must be the of the witch Must be the of the witch
Well, when I over my shoulder What do I And when I look my shoulder ancient fellow I'm longing to be
It's so strange, so You've got to up every stitch Two running in the ditch The out to make it rich
Oh no be the season of the witch Must be the season of the Must be the season of the Must be the of the witch
And here we sit in a liquid sea of love rainbows in silver sky above A looking glass reflects our past Tied with seaweed all around willows
down, you caress my heart Caress my soul, my limbs You laugh your and hold my body fast And we wake up and sit thinking
about the times we used to have And know they're forever never learn, never learn
me Somebody him
As I look my shoulder What do I And as I over my shoulder There's so many pretty to see
That it's strange, so You've got to pick up every You've got to pick up stitch Those out to make it rich
Oh no Must be the season of the Must be the of the witch Season of the Please have mercy on my No, no, must be the season of the
God, God, hey If you help us you better listen, please Momma, I'm