• Watching Man Watching Man high up in the Tree
    Standing there, sitting there, up where I can see
    Making not a move, making not a sound but he’s always watching me.

    Little one, little one yes I’m watching you
    For you see that I’m the Watching Man and watching is what I do
    I watch you here, I watch you there I’m always watching you.

    Watching Man, Watching Man why do you watch me so?
    Why do you watch me here and there and everywhere I go?
    And who are you, what do you want? I’d really like to know.

    I watch you for I like you, I like you quite a lot
    I like you for all that you are and for everything you’re not
    As for whom I am and what I want? My dear now you’ve put me on the spot.

    I suppose my dear to be perfectly clear all I really want is you
    To take you from your troubles and tears to a world so bright and new
    To have you happy and safe forever at my side is all I wish to do.

    But the Watching Man all sweet in words may not be what seems
    To cage you up for his own design is what he truly means
    Watching Man, oh the Watching Man when his watching you is done
    Little one, oh little one you really better run.

    For then he comes for you.

    Run little one, yes run that’s all that you can do
    Make no mistake though my sweet little one for I am the Watching Man…

    And I am ALWAYS watching you.