When I look my window do I see? And when I look outside my So many different people to be,
That it's strange, so got to pick up every stitch Two rabbits in a ditch The hippies out to make it
Oh no be the season of the witch Must be the season of the Must be the season of the be the season of the witch
Well, when I look my shoulder What do I And I look over my shoulder Some ancient fellow I'm to be
It's so strange, so You've got to up every stitch Two rabbits running in the The hippies out to it rich
Oh no Must be the of the witch be the season of the witch Must be the season of the be the season of the witch
And we sit immersed in a liquid sea of love Shimmering in silver sky above A looking glass reflects our past Tied with seaweed all around willows
Upside down, you my heart Caress my soul, surround my You laugh laugh and hold my body fast And we wake up and sit here
Thinking about the times we to have And know they're forever never learn, never learn
me Somebody him
As I over my shoulder What do I And as I over my shoulder so many pretty sights to see
That it's strange, so got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every Those out to make it rich
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