When I look my window What do I And I look outside my window So many different to be, yeah
it's strange, so strange You've got to up every stitch Two running in a ditch The hippies out to it rich
Oh no be the season of the witch Must be the season of the Must be the of the witch Must be the of the witch
Well, when I over my shoulder do I see? And when I over my shoulder Some ancient I'm longing to be
so strange, so strange You've got to pick up stitch Two rabbits running in the The hippies out to make it
Oh no Must be the of the witch Must be the season of the be the season of the witch Must be the of the witch
And here we sit immersed in a sea of love Shimmering rainbows in silver sky A looking that reflects our past Tied with seaweed all like willows
Upside down, you caress my Caress my soul, my limbs 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 We'll never learn, learn
me Somebody him
As I look my shoulder What do I And as I look over my There's so pretty sights to see
That strange, so strange got to pick up every stitch You've got to up every stitch Those out to make it rich
Oh no be the season of the witch Must be the season of the Season of the Please have mercy on my No, no, be the season of the witch
God, God, hey If you help us you better listen, please Momma, I'm