Well, they call me Crazy Ollie, I was born a mountain man I sailed the sea from Norway for to plow the prairie land The sun was hot and the sky was big and soil, it sure smelled fine So I staked 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 up, 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 mountain man 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’ll make a hill!"
Oh, land and sky! Oh, land and sky! But never a place for a mountain man to rest his mind and eye
So I grabbed my pick and shovel and I piled the sod on high And pretty soon a mighty mound was reaching for the sky Well, they call 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 mountain man to rest his mind and eye
So now you know my story of Crazy Ollie's mound 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've built the only mountain on the North Dakota plains
Oh, land and sky! Oh, land and sky! But never a place for a mountain man to rest his mind and eye