The Incredible String Band - Witches Hat lyrics

certainly the children have seen them

in quiet places where the moss grows green

coloured shells 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