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
from the andes to niagara
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
i traded them all for you
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
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
they say my final masterpiece
was this house upon the hill