(Lew Brown / Victor Young)
With his long white beard and his crooked step
He tramps along with the folks all left (?)
With a twinkle in his eye he pa**es them by
The old man of the mountain
He wears long hair but 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 stars for a tent
While 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
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The Old Man Of The Mountain
Music by Victor Young, Words by Billy Hill
With his long white beard and a crooked staff
He tramps along while the folks all laugh;
With a twinkle in his eye, he pa**es them by;
The Old Man of the Mountain
He wears long hair and his feet are bare;
They say he's mad as an old march hare
But his cares are none, 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
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
Oh, I often sigh and wish that I
Were the Old Man of the Mountain
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With a long, white beard and a crooked stare
He tramps along with the folks all scared;
With a twinkle in his eye, he pa**es them by
The Old Man of the Mountain!
Oh, he wears long hair and his feet are bare
They say he's mad as a grizzly bear
His cares are none and he fears no one
The Old Man of the Mountain!
He talks with the bears when he's lonely
He sleeps with the sky for a tent
And he'll eat you up when he's hungry
And it wouldn't cost him a red cent!
And he'll live as long as an old oak tree
He'll eat up fools like you and me
Oh, I often sigh and jump and cry
At the Old Man of the Mountain!