The Old Man Of The Mountain

Dm With his long white beard and a crooked staff He tramps along while the folks all laugh Am A With a twinkle in his eye, he passes them by A7 Dm The Old Man of the Mountain Dm He wears long hair and his feet are bare They say he's mad as an old march hare Am A But his cares are none, he owes no one A7 Dm The Old Man of the Mountain Dm Gm He talks with the birds when he's lonely Dm Gm He sleeps with the stars for a tent C7 F The bees spread a feast when he's hungry F7 A And God charges no rent Dm He'll live as long as an old oak tree And laugh at fools like you and me Am A Oh, I often sigh and wish that I A7 Dm Were the Old Man of the Mountain