At The Foot Of The Mountain

Ooh
 Yeah
 Do-do-do-ooh
 Do-do-do-ooh
 Do-do-doo-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh
 By the foot of a mountain lives an old man
 Who sits all day and hopes things will come his way
 And the first time ever I passed by his way
 He called me "Son, come on over here"
 He said "Although you may not know me
 But deep down something tells me
 That you're just going astray
 So relax here and hope love will pass your way"
 Do-do-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Do-do-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Do-do-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh
 Do-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Do-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Do-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh
 Though I tried to live good among my brethren
 They always act as if they can't accept it
 And so now I'm tired of being treated this way
 I've got to return where I know love will pass my way
 So when I reach home I shall sing this song
 Of love to you
 To you
 To you
 To you-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh