H. GellerM. Seligson



Chorus:

Ole, oleanna. Ole, oleanna. Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, oleanna.



Climbing up the Matterhorn, all alone as I could be, I reached the top, I forced a stop and heard this mystic melody.



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On an island in the ocean, not a human soul around, as I searched for bread and water, once again I heard this sound.



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My plane had all its motors gone. The wings would never keep me up.

I heard a voice that seemed to say,