Witches Hat Lyrics - Incredible String Band

Certainly the children have seen them 

In quiet places where the moss grows green 

Colored shells jangle together 

The wind is cold, the year is old, the trees whisper together 

And bend in the wind they lean 

La la la 

Oh, next week a monkey is coming to stay 

If I was a witches hat 

Sitting on her head like a paraffin stove 

I'd fly away and be a bat 

Across the air I would rove 

Stepping like a tightrope walker 

Putting one foot after another 

Wearing black cherries for rings 

La la la 

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