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 (skat) The old man of mountain He wears long hair And his feet are bent (Skat) The old man of mountain He talk with the birds when he's lonely Sleeps with the stars in his tent (Skat) The old man of the mountain (skat) Old man of the mountain EndTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.