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