Season Of The Witch
- Al Kooper (2015)You are listening to the song Season Of The Witch by Al Kooper, in album Better Call Saul (Original Television Soundtrack: Season 1). The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
When I look outside my window
What do I see?
And when I look outside my window
So many different people to be, yeah.
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
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 immersed 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
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.
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