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 leave...


oh next week a monkey is coming to stay...

If i were a witches hat,
sitting on her head like a parrafin stove
I'd fly away and be a bat
across the air i would rome

stepping like a tightrope walker
putting one foot after another
wearing black cherries for rings