Old Man Of The Mountain Lyrics
Old Man Of The Mountain - Roy Fox
With his long white beard and crooked step
He tramps along while the folks all laughed
With a twinkle in his eye he passes them by
The old man of the mountain
Well he wears long hair and his feet are bare
They say he's mad as an old march hare
But his cares are none and he owes no one
The old man of the mountain
He talks with 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
And he lived as long as an old oak tree
Laugh at fools like you and me
Oh I often sigh and wish that I were
The old man of the mountain