<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.