The Great Canyon Fire in General

Somewhere, someone's calling.

6 o'clock on a Thursday evening

I saw the smoke rise orange in the sky

I watched the fire climb over the hilltops.

Canyon's burning

Canyon's burning down.

Hear the trees crying

All the years dying

Fire has turned the hills into ashes

And as the sun ran down from the sky

The canyon burned.

Canyon's burning

Canyon's burning down.

Ashes, long lying

Memories, slow dying

Fire has gone and the rain has fallen

The winter has passed and the springtime is near

But under the wind someone is calling.

Canyon's burning

Canyon's burning down.