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.