Who is that man with the beard over there?
Who is he daddy? Why does he stare?
I’m sure he isn’t looking at me,
With his short suede coat and specs to see.
I wonder if he even knows,
Who I am and where I go?
I wonder if he can even tell,
Whether I’m sick or whether I’m well?
Maybe he is Santa Claus,
On a day off from his reindeer chores.
I think that man looks rather silly,
Without his hat or big round belly.
I wonder if he’s traveled far,
From a distant land on a star.
Perhaps it is I who will never know,
Why he stared at me long ago.
Who is he daddy? Why does he stare?
I’m sure he isn’t looking at me,
With his short suede coat and specs to see.
I wonder if he even knows,
Who I am and where I go?
I wonder if he can even tell,
Whether I’m sick or whether I’m well?
Maybe he is Santa Claus,
On a day off from his reindeer chores.
I think that man looks rather silly,
Without his hat or big round belly.
I wonder if he’s traveled far,
From a distant land on a star.
Perhaps it is I who will never know,
Why he stared at me long ago.
