Old Man Of The Mountain

from by Evan Cory Levine



With his long white beard and his crooked staff,
he tramps along while the folks all laugh
with a twinkle in his eye as he passes them by
the old man of the mountain

Well he wears long hair and his feet are bare
they say he's mad as an old march hare
his cares are none. he owes noone
the old man of the mountain

He talks with the birds when he's lonely
sleeps with the stars for a tent
the beasts 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 fool's like you and me
I often sigh and wish that I were
the old man of the mountain


from St. Christopher Demos, released November 1, 2015



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