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)