The Old Man of the Mountain
With his long white beard and his crooked step
He tramps along while the folks all laugh
With a twinkle in his eye he passes them by
The old man of the mountain
He wears long hair but his feet are bent
They say he's mad as an old march hare
His cares are none
He owes no one
The old man of the mountain
He'll live as long as an old oak tree
And laugh at fools like you and me
I often sigh and wish that I
Were the old man of the mountain
With his long white beard and a crooked step
He tramps along while the folks all laugh
Twinkle in his eye, passes them by
The old man of the mountain
He wears long hair, his feet are bent
They say he's mad as an old march hare
His cares are none
He owes no one
The old man of the mountain
Talks to the birds when he's lonely
Sleeps with the stars for a tent
Bees spread a feast when he's hungry
God charges no rent
He'll live as long as an old oak tree
He laugh at fools like you and me
I often sigh, wish that I
Were the old man of the mountain
With his long white beard and a crooked step
Tramps along while the folks all laugh
With a twinkle in his eye he passes them by
The old man of the mountain
He wears long hair and his feet are bent
Rhey say he's mad as an old march hare
But his cares are not none
And he owes no one
The old man of the mountain
He talks to the birds when he's lonely
He sleeps with the stars for a tent
And the bees spread a feast when he's hungry
And God charges no rent
He'll live as long as an old oak tree
He laugh at fools like you and me
I often sigh and wish that I
Were the old man of the mountain
Long white beard and a crooked step
Tramps along while the folks all laugh
With a twinkle in his eye he passes them by
The old man of the mountain
Wears long hair and his feet are bent
They say he's mad as an old march hare
Cares are not none
He owes no one
The old man of the mountain
Talks to the birds when he's lonely
Sleeps with the stars for a tent
Bees spread a feast when he's hungry
God charges no rent
Live as long as an old oak tree
He laugh at fools like you and me
I often sigh, wish that I
Were the old man of the mountain
Old man of the mountain
Wish that I will be the man of fhe mountain
He tramps along while the folks all laugh
With a twinkle in his eye he passes them by
The old man of the mountain
He wears long hair but his feet are bent
They say he's mad as an old march hare
His cares are none
He owes no one
The old man of the mountain
He'll live as long as an old oak tree
And laugh at fools like you and me
I often sigh and wish that I
Were the old man of the mountain
With his long white beard and a crooked step
He tramps along while the folks all laugh
Twinkle in his eye, passes them by
The old man of the mountain
He wears long hair, his feet are bent
They say he's mad as an old march hare
His cares are none
He owes no one
The old man of the mountain
Talks to the birds when he's lonely
Sleeps with the stars for a tent
Bees spread a feast when he's hungry
God charges no rent
He'll live as long as an old oak tree
He laugh at fools like you and me
I often sigh, wish that I
Were the old man of the mountain
With his long white beard and a crooked step
Tramps along while the folks all laugh
With a twinkle in his eye he passes them by
The old man of the mountain
He wears long hair and his feet are bent
Rhey say he's mad as an old march hare
But his cares are not none
And he owes no one
The old man of the mountain
He talks to the birds when he's lonely
He sleeps with the stars for a tent
And the bees spread a feast when he's hungry
And God charges no rent
He'll live as long as an old oak tree
He laugh at fools like you and me
I often sigh and wish that I
Were the old man of the mountain
Long white beard and a crooked step
Tramps along while the folks all laugh
With a twinkle in his eye he passes them by
The old man of the mountain
Wears long hair and his feet are bent
They say he's mad as an old march hare
Cares are not none
He owes no one
The old man of the mountain
Talks to the birds when he's lonely
Sleeps with the stars for a tent
Bees spread a feast when he's hungry
God charges no rent
Live as long as an old oak tree
He laugh at fools like you and me
I often sigh, wish that I
Were the old man of the mountain
Old man of the mountain
Wish that I will be the man of fhe mountain
Credits
Writer(s): Victor Young, George Brown
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