When I look my window do I see? And when I look my window So many different to be, yeah
That it's strange, so 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 be the season of the witch Must be the season of the
Well, when I over my shoulder do I see? And when I look over my Some ancient fellow I'm 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 Must be the season of the be the season of the witch Must be the of the witch be the season of the witch
And here we sit in a liquid sea of love Shimmering in silver sky above A looking glass that our past Tied with seaweed all around willows
down, you caress my heart Caress my soul, surround my You laugh your laugh and my body fast And we up and sit here thinking
Thinking about the we used to have And they're gone forever We'll never learn, never
me Somebody him
As I look my shoulder do I see? And as I look over my There's so many pretty to see
That it's strange, so You've got to pick up stitch You've got to up every 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 mercy on my soul No, no, be the season of the witch
God, God, hey If you can't us you better listen, please Momma, I'm