Witches Hat Lyrics - Robin Williamson

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 bent in the wind they lean 

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 

If I was a witches hat 

Sitting on her head like a telegraph pole 

Id fly away and be a bat 

Across the air I would roll 

Stepping like a tightrope walker 

Putting one foot after another 

Wearing black cherries for rings