With his long white beard and his crooked step He tramps along with the folks all laugh With a twinkle in his eye he passes them by 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 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
Version 2
With his long white beard and a crooked staff 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 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
Version 3
With a long, white beard and a crooked stare He tramps along with the folks all scared With a twinkle in his eye, he passes 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!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
