When I look outside my do I see? And when I look outside my So different people to be, yeah
it's strange, so strange You've got to up every stitch Two running in a ditch The out to make it rich
Oh no Must be the of the witch be the season of the witch Must be the of the witch be the season of the witch
Well, when I look my shoulder What do I And I look over my shoulder Some fellow 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 be the season of the witch Must be the of the witch Must be the season of the Must be the season of the
And we sit immersed in a liquid sea of love Shimmering rainbows in silver sky A looking glass reflects our past Tied with seaweed all around willows
Upside down, you my heart Caress my soul, surround my You laugh your laugh and hold my fast And we wake up and sit here
Thinking about the times we to have And they're gone forever We'll never learn, never
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 You've got to pick up every You've got to pick up every Those hippies out to it rich
Oh no Must be the season of the Must be the of the witch of the witch Please have 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