Lyrics
(Verse 1)
On a misty Oregon night, where the shadows dance with fear,
There's a whisper in the pine trees, something eerie in the air.
From the ghost towns in the mountains to the haunted coastal shore,
Every corner holds a secret, every house an ancient lore.
(Chorus)
Haunted Oregon, where the spirits roam so free,
From the forests to the rivers, there's a chill in every breeze.
Haunted Oregon, where the past won't let us be,
In the night, you'll hear them calling, the ghosts of history.
(Verse 2)
In the halls of old Asylum, where the whispers never cease,
You can feel the touch of madness, the restless souls that seek release.
And the lighthouse in the distance, where the waves crash wild and cold,
Holds a keeper long departed, with a story still untold.
(Chorus)
Haunted Oregon, where the spirits roam so free,
From the forests to the rivers, there's a chill in every breeze.
Haunted Oregon, where the past won't let us be,
In the night, you'll hear them calling, the ghosts of history.
(Bridge)
Through the fog on Crater Lake, where the phantom ships set sail,
To the echoes in the valleys, of a lost, forgotten trail.
There's a mystery in the mountains, and a ghost in every tree,
In this land of ancient wonder, there's no place you'd rather be.
(Chorus)
Haunted Oregon, where the spirits roam so free,
From the forests to the rivers, there's a chill in every breeze.
Haunted Oregon, where the past won't let us be,
In the night, you'll hear them calling, the ghosts of history.
(Outro)
So if you find yourself in Oregon, on a night so dark and deep,
Listen close, you might just hear them, the secrets that they keep.
For in this haunted land of beauty, where the wild and restless meet,
Oregon's eternal story, is a ghostly, rhythmic beat.
