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