When I look outside my What do I And when I look my window So many people to be, yeah
That it's strange, so You've got to pick up every Two rabbits in a ditch The hippies out to make it
Oh no Must be the season of the Must be the season of the Must be the of the witch Must be the season of the
Well, I look over my shoulder What do I And when I look my shoulder Some ancient fellow I'm to be
so strange, so strange You've got to pick up stitch Two running in the ditch The hippies out to it rich
Oh no Must be the season of the Must be the season of the Must be the of the witch be the season of the witch
And here we sit in a liquid sea of love Shimmering rainbows in sky above A looking glass that reflects our Tied with all around like willows
Upside down, you caress my my soul, surround my limbs You laugh laugh and hold my body fast And we wake up and sit here
Thinking about the we used to have And know they're forever We'll never learn, learn
me Somebody him
As I look my shoulder do I see? And as I look my shoulder There's so pretty sights to see
That strange, so strange You've got to pick up stitch You've got to pick up every 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 can't help us you better listen, Momma, I'm