incredible string band – witches hat

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witches hat

certainly the children have seen them
in quiet places where the moss grows green

coloured sh-lls jangle together
the wind is cold the year is old the trees whisper together
and bend in the wind they lean

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

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