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.