The Tramp with a Beard Le barbu sans barbe by Adamo Lyrics
One sunny day I was in my garden
When a known tramp with a beard came by
He said to me, "Mister, beg your pardon
If I don't eat, I will surely die!"
What could I do? what could I do?
I took him inside the house to feed him
He met my wife, she gave him a towel
Razor and soap, gave him new hope
When he had fed, sadly she said:
"He looks so tired, let’s give him a bed."
When he had washed and shaved and rested
To my surprise he looked 24
He went to leave, but my wife protested
Asked him to stay just a little more
She was so kind, I didn't mind
Now I look back, I must have been blind
Came the next day when the cuckoo was crowing
Got up to dress, but my clothes were gone
Gone was my watch and my cash and cufflinks
Gone my valise with initials on
Each of my rooms told the same old story
He was a thief, what was I to do?
Oh, what a life! Oh, what a life!
Gone was the beard, gone was my wife
She was hanging on to my valise, it appears
But she's been gone for two and half years
Men like a sheep should be regularly shaved
Don’t trust a man who's wearing a beard!
Oh, what a tragical story this is
One day a man with a beard came by
Took all my cash, my clothes and my Mrs
What shall I do? should I laugh or cry, cry, cry, cry?
When a known tramp with a beard came by
He said to me, "Mister, beg your pardon
If I don't eat, I will surely die!"
What could I do? what could I do?
I took him inside the house to feed him
He met my wife, she gave him a towel
Razor and soap, gave him new hope
When he had fed, sadly she said:
"He looks so tired, let’s give him a bed."
When he had washed and shaved and rested
To my surprise he looked 24
He went to leave, but my wife protested
Asked him to stay just a little more
She was so kind, I didn't mind
Now I look back, I must have been blind
Came the next day when the cuckoo was crowing
Got up to dress, but my clothes were gone
Gone was my watch and my cash and cufflinks
Gone my valise with initials on
Each of my rooms told the same old story
He was a thief, what was I to do?
Oh, what a life! Oh, what a life!
Gone was the beard, gone was my wife
She was hanging on to my valise, it appears
But she's been gone for two and half years
Men like a sheep should be regularly shaved
Don’t trust a man who's wearing a beard!
Oh, what a tragical story this is
One day a man with a beard came by
Took all my cash, my clothes and my Mrs
What shall I do? should I laugh or cry, cry, cry, cry?