"Olana" as written by and Cohn....
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 want to 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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    General CommentAt KFOG Marc Cohn said about this song: „.. I guess maybe I could tell you something about that song which is a little bit mysterious if you don´t know what it´s about. … It´s a story about a painter… it´s a man named Frederic Church and I read a story about him and the thing that was compelling about his story to me was, he took sort of a publicly imposed brake, because nobody cared about his art after he had been incredibly popular for a very long time. … He spent the last thirty years of his live devoting his creative input to the building of a house for his family, mostly his children. And he called this house Olana, which means treasure house, house filled with the things that are important to you. And I wrote this song singing in his voice, talking from the grave about remembering his life and what it was, and what was really important to him…”

    I think this is really interesting and that that song is one of Marc´s best ones.
    Becky385on August 02, 2002   Link

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