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