The Old Man of the Mountain - The Mills Brothers

The old man of the mountain

Old man in the mountain

With his long white beard

And his crooked step

He tramps along

While the folks all laugh

With a twinkle in his eye

He passes them by

The old man of the mountain

He wears long hair

But his feet are bent

They say he’s mad as an old march hare

His cares are not any

And he owes no one

The old man of the mountain

He talks to 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

With his long white beard

And his crooked step

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The old man of mountain

He wears long hair

And his feet are bent

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The old man of mountain

He talk with the birds when he’s lonely

Sleeps with the stars in his tent

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The old man of the mountain

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Old man of the mountain

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