The Old Man of the Mountain

Lyrics

With a long white beard and his crooked staff He walks along with the folks all laugh With a twinkle in his eye he passes them by The old man of the mountain But he's got long hair and his feet are bare They say he's mad as an old march hare His cares are none and he owes no one The old man of the mountain He talks with the birds when he's lonely Sleeps with the sky as a tent Feast make a feast when he's hungry And God charges no rent May he live as long as an old oak tree And laugh at fools like you and me I often sigh and wish that I was The old man of the mountain Yes, I often sigh and wish that I was The old man of the mountain