The Old Man of the Mountain (8/8/32) Songtext
von The Mills Brothers

The old man of the mountain
The old man of the mountain
With his long white beard and his crooked staff
He tramps along while the folks all laugh
With a twinkle in his eye as he passes 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
His cares are none for 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
Why the bee 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
Long white beard, crooked staff
Oh baby
The old man of the mountain
The old man of the mountain
He talks with the birds when he's lonely
Sleeps with the stars for a tent
Why the bee spread a feast when he′s hungry
And God charges no rent
The old man of the mountain