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