Four hundred years ago, in fifteen eighty-four,

Sir Walter Raleigh's Englishmen landed on our shore.

In just a year they reappeared to build a colony,

There at Roanoke Island, they cleared away the trees.

The leaves began to fall, around Fort Raleigh's wall.

With help from friendly Indians, they didn't perish all.

But lookin for gold in the winter cold was not their cup of tea, Their lives at stake, Sir Francis Drake took'em back across the sea.

They were looking fore gold where it couldn't be found.

Nothin' would grown in the frozen ground.

How could they know they were gonna be

The Legend of The Lost Colony... Lost forever in mystery.

But another ship was bound, came salin' up the sound.

Sir Walter Releigh's Englishmen were nowhere to be found.

They tried again with fifteen men to build that Colony.

There at Roanoke Island for all the world to see.

But they left no word or sign, the fort grew up in vines. Footprints and a skeleton were all they left behind.

Indians bold and winters cold, were not their cup of tea,

And the fate of those poor Englishmen remains a mystery ...

Lost forever in History...

But they wouldn't let it die, and another ship came by.

They brought their wives and children to give it one more try.

The first born in America with English Ancestry

And so the story goes, where Spanish moss still grows.

The fate of that lost colony, no one really knows.

They couldn't stay, they moved away, the fort grew back in vines,

And Croatan craved on a tree was all they left behind.

They were looking for Gold where it couldn't be found.

Nothin' would grow in the frozen ground.

How could they know they were gonna be,

The Legend of the Lost Colony... Lost Forever in Mystery.