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