They say my final masterpiece
Was this house upon the hill
High above the great and mighty river
My hand could not hold the brushes
Yes I guess I lost my will
And you can`t keep painting paradise forever
Oh forever
From the Andes to Niagara
To where we stand today
I drew the great creations of my master
`Til the oil and the canvas
Lord I threw them all away
And traded them for stone and brick and plaster
I traded them all for you
(Winter wind blows and the river lies frozen at my feet)
I traded them all for you
(Springtime come and the river wanna run above the street)
She came to me one night
While I was tossing in my dreams
She said she`d give my family protection
I recall the night I died
Beneath her arches and her beams
I thanked her for the shelter and direction
I was lost until Olana
(Sun beat down on a summertime town -- he left me there)
I was lost until Olana
(Watching these hills turning gold for one more year)
Oh I`ve been from Jerusalem to Rome
Now I`m floating through these rooms tonight alone
And looking back on everything
All I ever wanted was a home
I was lost until Olana
How sweet the sound
How sweet the sound
They say my final masterpiece
Was this house upon the hill
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