paroles de chanson The Old Man of the Mountain - Jo Stafford

With his long white beard and a 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!
For he wears long hair and his feat are bear
They say he's mad as an old march hare
But his cares are none, he owe's no one
The old man of the mountain!
He talks with the birds when he's lonely
Sleeps with the stars for a tent
And the bees spreads a feast when he's hungry
And God charges no rent
And he 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!
He talks with the birds when he's lonely
He sleeps with the stars for a tent
And the bee's spread a feast when he's hungry
And god charges no rent
And he lives as long as the old oak tree
Laugh at fools like you and me
Oh I often sigh and with that I
Were the old man of the mountain!