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