<Just a melancholy echo
Lingering when the day is through,
It’s the call of the canyon,
Once again I’m dreaming of you.
Every night I search the moonlight
Up and down the river shore,
It’s the call of the canyon,
Maybe I will find you once more.
Standing there alone by the ashes
Of the fire we said would never die,
Will I ever find an ember burning
From the days gone by.
Then I hear a lonely whisper
As a little spark I see,
It’s the call of the canyon,
Bringing back your answer to me.
