The Legend of Firehead Hill
Don’t go messing ‘round Firehead Hill
Folks that went up there are up there still
The curse on that place only serves to kill
You won’t come down from Firehead Hill
There’s a place just outside of our tiny little town
People have gone up but they’ve never come down
They say the hill was cursed by a crazy, evil man
A curse that was to last for a thousand year span
Late one night more than a century ago
The hill began to yield an eerie kind of glow
It appeared to be flames in the shape of a face
Then people of the town disappeared without a trace
Don’t go messing ‘round Firehead Hill
Folks that went up there are up there still
The curse on that place only serves to kill
You won’t come down from Firehead Hill
The man who cursed the hill, they said he went mad
When the girl who was his lover fell for another lad
The girl and her new love sat at the top of the biggest hill
Joyfully holding each other until the wind brought a dreadful chill
They started down the hill toward the house at the edge of town
When suddenly an opening appeared beneath them in the ground
As the lovers fell to their death they heard the voice of that betrayed man
He screamed out to the girl, “If I can’t have you, no one can!”
And to this day, late at night, if you look upon that hill
You can see the face of the woman, and feel that dreadful chill
And if you dare to climb the hill, I should warn you of your doom
Firehead Hill will open up and become your burial tomb
Don’t go messing ‘round Firehead Hill
Folks that went up there are up there still
The curse on that place only serves to kill
You won’t come down from Firehead Hill
July 9, 2002
Copyright © 2002 Paula G. Cook