On the day that we set sail The sun rose on a shiny sea Spray fell in a misty veil And we were free We heard tales in the tavern We heard the legends told Of one man's buried treasure The story of a dead man's gold For three months we had sailed On rough and stormy seas Heading for an inland cove To find our destiny On the voyage we all remembered All the stories we'd been told Of one man's buried treasure The stories of a dead man's gold When we saw the headland rising Blue skies and pure white sands With our hopes held in our hearts And our maps held in our hands Soon our dreams has all been shattered We believed the lies of old We spend our whole lives chasing fables The ghosts of a dead man's gold