When I look outside my What do I And when I outside my window So many different to be, yeah
That strange, so strange You've got to pick up every Two rabbits running in a The hippies out to it rich
Oh no Must be the of the witch Must be the of the witch be the season of the witch Must be the season of the
Well, when I look over my do I see? And when I look over my Some ancient I'm longing to be
so strange, so strange You've got to pick up every Two running in the ditch The hippies out to 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
And here we sit in a liquid sea of love rainbows in silver sky above A looking glass that our past Tied seaweed all around like willows
Upside down, you caress my Caress my soul, my limbs You laugh laugh and hold my body fast And we wake up and sit thinking
Thinking about the we used to have And know they're gone never learn, never learn
me Somebody him
As I over my shoulder What do I And as I look over my so many pretty sights to see
That strange, so strange You've got to pick up stitch You've got to up every stitch Those hippies out to make it
Oh no Must be the of the witch Must be the season of the of the witch Please mercy on my soul No, no, be the season of the witch
God, God, hey If you can't help us you listen, please Momma, I'm