I love a land of history,
A land of tall, tall trees,
Of rocky mountain tracks,
And travelers in the threes.
I love the lasting sun,
I love the cold, dark nights,
As I uncover every relic,
This is the land for me!

The graves and all the flowers,
All tragic deaths but some,
Not all dead but roaming,
Houses of the town.
Ghosts of all the houses,
Men, women and children,
Haunting, killing still,
But the horrors keep me hooked,
I never want to leave.