The Old Man of the Mountain
George Brown, Victor Young
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