Lyrics:

When I look out my window
Do you think I see?
Thousands of people
Staring back at me

It's strange
It's strange
It's strange
It's 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
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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
(Must be the season of the witch)

When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see?
Some little man looking over his shoulder
Staring straight back at me

And it's strange
It's strange
It's strange
It's 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
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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
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
Must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch

I, I
Wait there
Forever and ever
And ever and ever

Thank you