When I look outside my What do I And when I look my window So many people to be, yeah
it's strange, so strange You've got to up every stitch Two rabbits running in a The hippies out to make it
Oh no Must be the of the witch Must be the of the witch be the season of the witch Must be the of the witch
Well, when I look over my What do I And when I look my shoulder ancient fellow I'm longing to be
It's so strange, so You've got to pick up every Two rabbits in the ditch The hippies out to it rich
Oh no be the season 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 liquid sea of Shimmering rainbows in silver sky A looking glass that our past Tied with seaweed all around willows
Upside down, you caress my my soul, surround my limbs You laugh your and hold my body fast And we wake up and sit here
Thinking about the times we to have And they're gone forever We'll learn, never learn
me Somebody him
As I over my shoulder do I see? And as I over my shoulder There's so many sights to see
it's strange, so strange You've got to up every stitch You've got to pick up stitch hippies out to make it rich
Oh no Must be the of the witch Must be the season of the Season of the Please have 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