Old Man of the Mountain

by GEORGE BROWN

I learned this song from my friend Leonie Evans. It was written in the 1930s. This is my arrangement for choir.

With his long white beard and his crooked step
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
He owes no one so his cares are none
The Old Man of the Mountain

Talks to the birds when he's lonely;
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
Laughs at fools like you and me
I often sigh and wish that I
Were the Old Man of the Mountain