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.
Geller/Seligson. . My granddad used to tell me, "Boy, when I was just your age, I was a river pilot on a showboat called The Stage.. I'd hobnob with them southern belles and ev'ry roustabout. I'd listen to them paddle wheels and hear the leadsman shout!.