The Call

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.