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作词 : Donovan
作曲 : Donovan
When I look out my window,
What do you think I see ?
And when I look in my window,
So many different people to be
That it's strange, sure it's strange.
You've got to pick up every stitch,
You've got to pick up every stitch,
Hippies are 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.
When I look over my shoulder,
What do you think I see ?
When I look over my shoulder,
Some other cat looking over his shoulder at me
And it's strange, sure it's strange.
You've got to pick up every stitch,
You've got to pick up every stitch,
When the rabbits is running in the ditch,
Oh no, must be the season of the witch.
Must be the season of the witch.
Must be the season of the witch.
