The Old Man of the Mountain

Lyrics

[Verse 1] With his long white beard and a crooked staff He tramps along while the folks all laugh With a twinkle in his eye, he passes them by The Old Man of the Mountain For he wears long hair and his feet are bare He says he's mad as an old march hare But his cares are none and he owes no one The Old Man of the Mountain [Bridge] He talks with the birds when he's lonely He sleeps with the stars for a tent The bees spread a feast when he's hungry And God charges no rent [Verse 2] He'll live as long as the old oak tree And laugh at fools like you and me Oh, I often sigh and wish that I Were the Old Man of the Mountain [Outro] The Old Man of the Mountain