Marc Cohn - Olana

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They ^Csay my final ^Gmasterpiece Was ^Fthis house on the ^Chill High above the ^Ggreat and mighty ^Driver My ^Chand could not hold the ^Gbrushes Yes, I ^Fguess I lost my ^Cwill And you ^Ccan't keep painting ^Gparadise for^Dever Oh ^Cforever

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>From the^C Andes to N^Giagara To ^Fwhere we stand ^Ctoday I drew the great cre^Gations of my ^DMaster 'til the ^Coil and the ^Gcanvas Lord, I ^Fthrew them all ^Caway And ^Ctraded them for ^Gstone and brick and ^Dplaster I traded them all for ^Cyou

^CWinter wind blows and the river lies frozen ^Gat my feet (I traded them all for you) ^CSpringtime come and the river wanna run ^Gabove the street

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She ^Ccame to me one ^Gnight While I was ^Ftossing in my ^Cdreams She said she'd give my ^Gfamily pro^Dtection I re^Ccall the night I ^Gdied Beneath her ^Farches and her ^Cbeams I thanked her for the ^Gshelter and di^Drection I was lost until O^Clana

^CSun beat down on a summertime town; he ^Gleft me here (I was lost until Olana) ^CWatching these hills turning gold for one more year

Oh, ^FI've been from Jerusalem to ^AmRome Now I'm ^Ffloating through these rooms tonight ^Amalone And ^Flooking back on everything ^CAll I ever ^Dwanted was a ^Chome

^N.C.They say my final masterpiece Was this house upon a hill