Well, they called me Crazy Ollie, I was born a mountain man I sailed the sea from Norway, far to plow the prairie land The sun was hot and the sky was big, and the soil, it sure smelled fine So I state my claim and I hitched my team, and I called the prairie mine Yeah, the sky was big and the land was big, and flat as flat could be I felt that I was lost somewhere on a dried out silent sea I lost my sleep, and my wag would thread, and she'd said: "Well I declare." What a silly fool to be looking for a mountain that ain't there Oh, land and sky Oh, land and sky But never a place for a mountainman to rest his mind and eye She said I was a sinful man, and she made it pretty clear If the good Lord so intended, he would make a mountain here Well, he hasn't yet I told her, and I guess he never will But if he won't make a mountain, then by God, I make a hill Oh, land and sky Oh, land and sky But never a place for a mountainman to rest his mind and eye So, I grabbed my big nice shovel, and I piled the sun all high And pretty soon the mighty man was reaching for the sky Well, they called me Crazy Ollie, and I said that may be true But the man who climbs the highest peak will get the better view Oh, land and sky Oh, land and sky But never a place for a mountainman to rest his mind and eye So, now you know my story of Crazy Ollies' mount A man who had an urge to lift his eyes up from the ground If you ask me what I've got, for all my sweat and pain I built the only mountain on the North-Dakota plains Oh, land and sky Oh, land and sky But never a place for a mountainman to rest his mind and eye Oh, land and sky Oh, land and sky But never a place for a mountainman to rest his mind and eye