In the bright shop window sits the polar bear
Makes the children`s eyes light up to see him there
Amongst the tinsel he gives everyone a smile
To see him and he`ll be a star
Love him from where you are
He`s not for, not for, not for sale
Past an open window walks the pretty girl
Does she see me at her feet its hard to tell
But if I ask her she might turn her smile away
To see him and he`ll be a star
Love her from where you are
I guess I`ll learn to look
Without addressing her
Minor contentment wears a smile
I love her from where I lie
