Ghost Mountain

When we climbed to the peak, we planted a flag

But the moment we had, I felt bad

And then night came, so we got into our sleeping bags

And then someone told a story about something dead and gory

There was heat from the fire

But I still froze when I saw the ghost, oh

There was heat from the fire

But I still froze when I saw the ghost

I told the gang, we weren't welcome, the ghost made that clear

We stepped back, we stepped back, oh, but it was drawing near

And it lunged for our throats so we packed our things, made tracks

Undid our footprints, even furled our flag

And we were gone

But what was on

The top of the mountain, the mountain top, oh

We were gone, but what was on, oh

The top of the mountain, the mountain top