Just a melancholy echo ling’ring
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.
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