Vanilla Fudge
Vanilla Fudge - Season of the witch lyrics
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When I look out my window What do I see And when I look in my window So many different people to be That it's strange So strange You've got to pick up every stitch The 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 fella that I long to be It's so strange So strange You've got to pick up every stitch To rights that's 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 And here we sit emerged in a liquid sea of love, shimmering rainbows and silver skies above a looking-glass that reflects a 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, 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 Must be the season of the witch Please, have mercy on my soul! Be the season of the witch Gone! Gone, hey! If you can't help us, you'd better listen. Please? Mama, I'm cold.