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