Song :
D
Intro :
Gm Gm Dm D D7 Gm
Gm
With his long white beard and a crooked staff
He tramps along while the folks all laugh
Dm D
With a twinkle in his eye, he passes them by
D7 Gm
The Old Man of the Mountain
Gm
He wears long hair and his feet are bare
They say he's mad as an old march hare
Dm D
But his cares are none, he owes no one
D7 Gm
The Old Man of the Mountain
Gm Cm
He talks with the birds when he's lonely
Gm Cm
He sleeps with the stars for a tent
F7 A#
The bees spread a feast when he's hungry
A#7 D
And God charges no rent
Gm
He'll live as long as an old oak tree
And laugh at fools like you and me
Dm D
Oh, I often sigh and wish that I
D7 Gm
Were the Old Man of the Mountain
