When I look outside my do I see? And when I outside my window So many different people to be,
That it's strange, so You've got to pick up stitch Two rabbits running in a The out to make it rich
Oh no Must be the season of the be the season of the witch Must be the of the witch be the season of the witch
Well, when I look my shoulder do I see? And when I look my shoulder ancient fellow I'm longing to be
It's so strange, so You've got to up every stitch Two rabbits in the ditch The out to make 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 we sit immersed in a liquid sea of love Shimmering rainbows in sky above A looking glass reflects our past Tied with seaweed all like willows
Upside down, you my heart Caress my soul, my limbs You laugh your laugh and hold my fast And we wake up and sit thinking
Thinking about the times we to have And they're gone forever We'll never learn, 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
That it's strange, so You've got to pick up every You've got to pick up stitch Those hippies out to make it
Oh no be the season of the witch Must be the season of the Season of the Please mercy on my soul No, no, must be the of the witch
God, God, hey If you can't help us you better listen, Momma, I'm