Singin' Call

(альбом: Stills Alone - 1991)

Listen to the sound of the night bird singing
I wonder who he calls
My fingers hurt so bad, it's got me grinning
And I wonder can I do it all

Hit a stretch of rapids in the rushing raging river
Looking out for boulders and falls
A woman she watches from the top of the canyon
Hoping we don't drown us all

Help me now, I got to slow down
Hear my singing call

Hurt myself bad on a run through the desert
Threw a shoe and took a bad fall
Long for the peace that the ancients bring me
Murmur of the lowlands shut my jaw

Help me now, I got to slow down
Hear my singing call

Everyone knows there's a price for the asking
Some people buy themselves a doll
Help me, sweet Jesus, I'm weary from the journey
I need to tell my brothers what I saw

Help me now, I got to slow down
Hear my singing call