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

I told the gang we weren't welcome

The ghost made that clear

So we stepped back, 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?

Sweet nothing! I made it up

So we would make it down with no claim on Ghost Mountain