When I look outside my window

What do I see?

And when I look outside my window

So many different people to be, yeah That it's strange, so strange

You've got to pick up every stitch

Two rabbits running in a ditch

The hippies out to make it rich Oh no

Must be the season of the witch

Must be the season of the witch

Must be the season of the witch

Must be the season of the witch Well, when I look over my shoulder

What do I see?

And when I look over my shoulder

Some ancient fellow I'm longing to be It's so strange, so strange

You've got to pick up every stitch

Two rabbits running in the ditch

The hippies out to make it rich Oh no

Must be the season of the witch

Must be the season of the witch

Must be the season of the witch

Must be the season of the witch And here we sit immersed in a liquid sea of love

Shimmering rainbows in silver sky above

A looking glass that reflects our past

Tied with seaweed all around like willows Upside down, you caress my heart

Caress my soul, surround my limbs

You laugh your laugh and hold my body fast

And we wake up and sit here thinking Thinking about the times we used to have

And know they're gone forever

We'll never learn, never learn Help me

Somebody help him As I look over my shoulder

What do I see?

And as I look over my shoulder

There's so many pretty sights to see That it's strange, so strange

You've got to pick up every stitch

You've got to pick up every stitch

Those hippies out to make it rich Oh no

Must be the season of the witch

Must be the season of the witch

Season of the witch

Please have mercy on my soul

No, no, must be the season of the witch

[Incomprehensible] God, God, hey

If you can't help us you better listen, please

Momma, I'm cold