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