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Nice to hear the original again. It’s likewise familiar and strange, because I’ve listened far more often to the covers by Julie Driscoll and Terry Reid.
That is Dr Donovan Leitch to you Katmah, remember this strange little fellow has added new stylings to his name. He certainly doesn’t merit a birthday celebration..in fact he probably should face a KTCC ban, except his music remains fun (but not fab)
MDH,
This is what I found, “The song was written for Donovan’s old friend and guitar mentor Mac MacLeod. MacLeod was in a Danish band at the time called Hurdy Gurdy. ”
When I look out my window, Many sights to see. And when I look in my window, So many different people to be That it’s 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, Mm, must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch, yeah, Must be the season of the witch. When I look over my shoulder, What do you think I see ? Some other cat looking over His shoulder at me And he’s strange, sure he’s strange. You’ve got to pick up every stitch, You’ve got to pick up every stitch, Beatniks are 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. You’ve got to pick up every stitch, The rabbits running in the ditch, Beatniks are 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. When I look. When I look out my window, What do you think I see ? And when I look in my window, So many different people to be It’s strange, sure it’s strange. You’ve got to pick up every stitch, You’ve got to pick up every stitch, The rabbits running in the ditch, Oh no, must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch, yeah, Must be the season of the witch. When I look, when I look.
September 17, 2013 at 1:14 pm
https://app.box.com/s/dl5u4bpc62ki0zk5t4xb
September 17, 2013 at 5:46 pm
Nice to hear the original again. It’s likewise familiar and strange, because I’ve listened far more often to the covers by Julie Driscoll and Terry Reid.
September 17, 2013 at 5:51 pm
Birgit,
I have always been a Donovan fan, as strange as some of his music sounds. He was unique!
September 17, 2013 at 7:17 pm
That is Dr Donovan Leitch to you Katmah, remember this strange little fellow has added new stylings to his name. He certainly doesn’t merit a birthday celebration..in fact he probably should face a KTCC ban, except his music remains fun (but not fab)
September 18, 2013 at 11:07 am
My Dear Hedley,
Okay, I’ll have to remember his new stylings.
Fun is a perfect adjective for Donovan’s music!!
September 18, 2013 at 1:52 pm
I always thought that the Hurdy Gurdy man was the guy you saw at the fair with a wheel driven musical instrument – guess that shows what I know
September 18, 2013 at 3:22 pm
MDH,
This is what I found, “The song was written for Donovan’s old friend and guitar mentor Mac MacLeod. MacLeod was in a Danish band at the time called Hurdy Gurdy. ”
I too thought the same as you!
September 21, 2013 at 1:51 am
When I look out my window, Many sights to see. And when I look in my window, So many different people to be That it’s 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, Mm, must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch, yeah, Must be the season of the witch. When I look over my shoulder, What do you think I see ? Some other cat looking over His shoulder at me And he’s strange, sure he’s strange. You’ve got to pick up every stitch, You’ve got to pick up every stitch, Beatniks are 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. You’ve got to pick up every stitch, The rabbits running in the ditch, Beatniks are 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. When I look. When I look out my window, What do you think I see ? And when I look in my window, So many different people to be It’s strange, sure it’s strange. You’ve got to pick up every stitch, You’ve got to pick up every stitch, The rabbits running in the ditch, Oh no, must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch, yeah, Must be the season of the witch. When I look, when I look.
September 21, 2013 at 11:00 am
Thanks, Clement, for the lyrics. I always wondered about picking up every stitch, still do.
Sorry the reply took so long, but this was in my spam folder which I just checked.