Old Man of the Mountain

Old Man of the Mountain - Cab Calloway (凱伯·凱洛威)

With his long white beard and his crooked step

He tramps along with the folks all left

A twinkle in his eye he passes them by

Old man of the mountain

Or he wears long hair but his feet are bare

They say he's mad as an old march hare

But his cares are none and he owes no one

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

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

The old man of the mountain