When I am old, old and grey Two steps closer to my grave Whispering pines and bitter nights You'll be there to hold on to me tight Through the forest misty mountain Adirondack Creaking you and I I'll hold on to your leathered hands Just me and my mountain Hold on to your leathered hands Just me and my mountain man Splintered wood outside our cabin Curled up under a wool blanket The windows cracked the curtains drawn Listening to the howlin' wind sing songs You hold me close so tenderly Just like a secret meant for you and me I'll hold on to your leathered hands Just me and my mountain Hold on to your leathered hands Just me and my mountain Hold on to your leathered hands Just me and my mountain Hold on to your leathered hands Just me and my mountain man

(Lew Brown / Victor Young) With his long white beard and his crooked step He tramps along with the folks all left (?) With a twinkle in his eye he passes them by The old man of the mountain He wears long hair but his feet are bare They say he's mad as an old march hare His cares are none and he owes no one The old man of the mountain He talks with the birds when he's lonely Sleeps with the stars for a tent While the bees 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 fools like you and me I often sigh and wish that I were The old man of the mountain. =========================== With a long, white beard and a crooked stare, He tramps along with the folks all scared; With a twinkle in his eye, he passes them by, The Old Man of the Mountain! Oh, he wears long hair and his feet are bare, They say he's mad as a grizzly bear, His cares are none and he fears no one, The Old Man of the Mountain! He talks with the bears when he's lonely, He sleeps with the sky for a tent, And he'll eat you up when he's hungry, And it wouldn't cost him a red cent! And he'll live as long as an old oak tree, He'll eat up fools like you and me, Oh, I often sigh and jump and cry At the Old Man of the Mountain!

When the first light hits the morning He rolls himself into another minute of sleep When the bell cracks the silence This familiar pain comes back as the days before He puts on his boots and his black coat To walk the same old road like he always did A rolled up smoke cold cup of coffee And one last kiss for the next ten hours or so Every day living a low life Just another dance to the tunes of a broken dream Every day living a low life Just another dance to the tunes of a broken dream He's got nothing in his pockets All the cash he'd earned he spent To buy his blue eyed darling A shiny ring to keep her at his side As he comes home from the coal mine He finds her with another man inside That's how life puts him to test He turns his head and goes for the best Every day living a low life Just another dance to the tunes of a broken dream Every day living a low life Just another dance to the tunes of a broken dream

Early in the morning before the rooster crows I lie awake and think about my soul All the years have gone by all the memories are worn The further way almost seems forlorn The preacher prayed, the devil grinned The celestial choir sang the hymn But the great door man won't let me in 'Cause heaven to me is just another place to sin I drained all the high hopes in every bitter brew I found Hit the bottom of the glass for my last round All those bygone lovers vanish from my mind My bags are packed headin' for the other side The preacher prayed, the devil grinned The celestial choir sang the hymn But the great door man won't let me in 'Cause heaven to me is just another place to sin

Born on the hill Raised on native ground Our mother land Everything that we call ours Aware of what is ours Flags rule the hill Meanwhile foreign ground Taken away Everything that once was ours Betrayed by what was ours Blood on the hill Blood soaks the ground Rivers run red Of brothers drowned Taken away Everything we had Our spirit ain't free Our bodies dead Beneath the hill Graves seam the ground Dead brothers rest The loss profound Both sides in grief Brothers we had Freedom's belief Too many dead