文本歌词

The Old Man Of The Mountain - The Mills Brothers
The old man of the mountain
The old man of 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 for
And 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
Whlie 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
Long white beard
And his crooked step
Oh baby
The old man of the mountain
The 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
The old man of the mountain