Singin' Call - Stephen Stills

Listen to the sound of the night bird singin'

I wonder who he calls

My fingers hurt so bad, it’s got me grinnin'

And I wonder can I do it all

Hit a stretch of rapids in the rushing ragin’river

Looking out for boulders and falls

A woman she watches from the top of the canyon

Hopin’we don’t drown us all

Help me now, I got to slow down

Hear my singin’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 singin’call

Everyone knows there’s a price for the askin'

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 singin’call