No one knows the mountain man
Except for where he lives
They know the mountain man lives in the mountains
In a cave, or maybe a ditch
The mountain man climbs
Up to the highest point
His scruffy hair blows
He spreads his uncovered toes
And trumpets to the sky
A big brass trumpet
And the notes float away
Into the summer night
And then the mountain man
climbs down
and skips and rolls
“A jolly existen...