El señor Juan Sebastián

It's not the angels that sing
It's not the birds or the sea
It's a man full of heaven
Mr. Juan Sebastián

It's been many winters
Crying in German
Born among eighth notes and quarter notes
Mr. Juan Sebastián

He was little and the songs
His dad taught him
He'd repeat them forever
Mr. Juan Sebastián

He was chubby and wore a wig
Essential like bread
And often grumpy
Mr. Juan Sebastián

Dreaming in organ and clave
He took to his angelic land
Princes and the poor
Mr. Juan Sebastián

He's telling us a story
That will never end
God dictated the plot
To Mr. Juan Sebastián