The Old Man Of The Mountain
Cab Calloway
[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Verse 4] 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