When I look outside my do I see? And when I look outside my So many different people to be,
That strange, so strange got to pick up every stitch Two rabbits in a ditch The hippies out to it rich
Oh no Must be the of the witch be the season of the witch Must be the of the witch Must be the season of the
Well, when I look over my do I see? And when I look over my Some ancient I'm longing to be
It's so strange, so You've got to up every stitch Two running in the ditch The hippies out to it rich
Oh no be the season of the witch Must be the season of the Must be the season of the be the season 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 with all around like willows
Upside down, you caress my Caress my soul, my limbs You laugh your laugh and my body fast And we up and sit here thinking
about the times we used to have And they're gone forever We'll learn, never learn
me Somebody him
As I over my shoulder What do I And as I look over my There's so many pretty to see
That it's strange, so You've got to up every stitch You've got to pick up stitch Those out to make it rich
Oh no Must be the of the witch be the season of the witch Season of the Please have on my soul No, no, must be the season of the
God, God, hey If you can't us you better listen, please Momma, I'm