Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Olana , by - Marc Cohn. Song from the album Burning The Daze, in the genre ПопRelease date: 16.03.1998
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Olana |
| 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 |
| I was lost until Olana |
| How sweet the sound |
| How sweet the sound |