Lyrics Season of the Witch - Al Kooper, Michael Bloomfield, Stephen Stills

Season of the Witch

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»