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