[Verse 1]
When I look out my window, 
There's so many sights to see
When I look in my window, 
There's so many people to be
That it's strange, yeah
I think it's strange right now
You've got to pick up every stitch – you do now
You've got to pick up a-every stitch right now
You've got to pick up a-every stitch – hey, hey

[Chorus]
Oh no!
Hey, must be the season of the witch
Hey, hey, yeah – must be the season of the witch

[Verse 2]
When I look over my shoulder, 
What do you think I see?
Somebody looking over, 
Over his shoulder at me
And it's strange
I know, it's strange
It's so very very strange right now
So so so strange
She gotta pick up every stitch – yes she gotta
Gotta pick up every stitch right now, ah
Ya gotta pick up every stitch, people
You see the, see the rabbits running in the ditch now
Now, now a filthy beatnik man's out to make it rich, ah
Hey, you gotta pick up every stitch, people – ohh, no!
[Chorus 2]
It must be the season of the witch
Ooh, hey, hey...
It must be the, it must be the, it must be the, must be –
The season of the witch

[Organ solo with coinciding scatting: Al Kooper]

[Break: Horn overdubs]
Hey hey hey!

[Vamp]
Hey, hey, I know...
Yes, I do
A rabbit, rolling in the ditch
You've gotta look out right now
That's why I keep running, hey
Da-da-daaay... and so I know, we gotta keep on
Got to keep on
Hey, got to look out
Hey, got to look out
Don't worry, huh
I know it's that time...

[Organ Solo #2: Al Kooper]
[Verse 1 Reprise]
When I look out my window, 
There's so many sights to see
And when I look in my window, yeah, 
There's so many people to be
You know I think it's strange, people
It's got to be very strange right now
You've got to pick up, you've got to pick up 
You've got to pick up every stitch
You've got to pick up every stitch right now
I can see that the rabbit, you know, is running in the ditch
Stoned beatnik, out to make it rich
You've got to pick, you've got to pick every stitch
Listen to me now – oh, no! No! No!

Oh, no!
Must be the season of the witch
Hey, hey – it's gotta be it 
It's gotta be, yeah, it's gotta be, 
It's gotta be the season...
You know – it's open season now
You know, the season – of the witch

Play on...

[Guitar Solo: Stephen Stills]
Well, alright...