You can hear them if you listen
When the wind blows in the night
The people who once lived here
Who are gone now, out of sight
The buildings, many shuttered
Housed ten thousand at it's peak
Now empty, vacant, skeltons
Once vibrant, now, so bleak
Silver once was mined nearby
Thousands flocked here for the chance
To strike it rich, be wealthy
Uninvited to the dance
For all that comes with promise
The devil comes as well
With money comes temptations
As the small town starts to swell
Business and homesteads
Spring up where once was none
Lawlessness is rampant
The law is by the gun
Saloons, hotels, and harlots
Soapbox preachers, grab your purse
We all cannot be winners
That is just the boom towns curse
Like a zephyr in the desert
A boom town changes in a flash
Prosperity will vanish
And so does all the cash
The boom town dies as quickly
As a flower in the snow
Scattered now back homeward
With nothing left to show
The earth takes all she's given
The buildings may still stand
But, the mines are all now empty
There's no value to this land
Listen to the voices
The wind let's them sing out
You can hear them in the darkness
That's when the locals all come out
A ghost town is a relic
It shows the best and worst of man
So, listen to the wind now
Hear their stories if you can
