When I outside my window do I see? And I look outside my window So many different to be, yeah
it's strange, so strange You've got to pick up every Two rabbits in a ditch The hippies out to it rich
Oh no be the season of the witch Must be the of the witch be the season of the witch Must be the season of the
Well, when I over my shoulder do I see? And I look over my shoulder Some fellow I'm longing to be
so strange, so strange You've got to pick up every Two rabbits in the ditch The hippies out to make it
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 here we sit in a liquid sea of love Shimmering in silver sky above A looking glass that reflects our Tied with seaweed all around like
Upside down, you my heart Caress my soul, my limbs You laugh laugh and hold my body fast And we wake up and sit thinking
Thinking the times we used to have 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 many sights to see
That it's strange, so 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 season of the be the season of the witch Season of the Please have mercy on my No, no, must be the of the witch
God, God, hey If you can't help us you listen, please Momma, I'm