When I look out my window
Many sights to see
When I look out my window
So many different people to be
That is strange
So strange
You've got to pick up every stitch
You've got to pick up every stitch
You've got to pick up every stitch
Oh, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witches
Must be the season of the witch
When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see
Some old cat looking over
It's shoulder and mane
And he's strange
Sure is strange
You'vе got to pick up every stitch
You're got to pick up еvery stitch
Big nix a well to make it rich
Oh, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witches
Must be the season of the witch
You've got to pick up every stitch
Two of us rotting in the ditch
Big nix a well to make it rich
Oh, Oh, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witches
Must be the season of the witch
When I look alone
When I look out my window
What do you think I see
When I look in my window
So many different people to be
It's strange
Sure is strange
You've got to pick up every stitch
Two of us rotting in the ditch
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witches
Must be the season of the witch
When I look alone
When I go