*With a long white beard and a crooked tail,
When he appears the folks all wail,
With fiery eyes he scares passerby,
The Old Thing Of The Mountains!*

*Well he wears long hair and his teeth are bared!
He leaps about like an old march hare,
His cares are none and he fears no one,
The Old Thing Of The Mountains!*

*He talks with the rocks when he's lonely,
Sleeps in a horrible place,
And he'll snatch you up if he's hungry,
And wouldn't leave one little trace!*

*And he's three times old as the oldest star,
There's nothing like him, near or far,
Oh you best take care, look out, beware,
Of The Old Thing Of The Mountains!*