Season of the Witch - Vanilla Fudge

When I look outside my window,

What do I see?

And when I look outside my window,

So many different people to be

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,

That hippie’s out to make it rich

Oh no, must be the season of the witch,

Must be the season of the witch, yeah

Must be the season of the witch.

Must be the season of the witch.

«And here we sit immerged 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,

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

«God.

God, hey!

If you can’t help us you better listen

Please

Momma, I’m cold»