When I outside my window What do I And when I look outside my So many people to be, yeah
it's strange, so strange You've got to pick up stitch Two rabbits in a ditch 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 season of the
Well, when I look over my do I see? And I look over my shoulder Some ancient fellow I'm to be
so strange, so strange You've got to up every stitch Two rabbits running in the The out to make 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 season of the
And we sit immersed in a liquid sea of love Shimmering rainbows in sky above A looking that reflects our past Tied with seaweed all like willows
down, you caress 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 used to And know gone forever never learn, never learn
me Somebody him
As I look my shoulder do I see? And as I over my shoulder There's so pretty sights to see
it's strange, so strange You've got to up every stitch You've got to up every stitch hippies out to make it rich
Oh no Must be the of the witch be the season of the witch Season of the Please mercy on my soul No, no, must be the of the witch
God, God, hey If you can't us you better listen, please Momma, I'm