"The Old Man Of The Mountain" lyrics - CAB CALLOWAY

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.