Lyrics: Crosby Stills Nash. Demos. Singing Call.

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 if I can do it all

Hit a stretch of rapids in the rushin' river
I'm lookin' out for boulders and falls
A woman, she watches from the top of the canyon
Hopin' it don't drown us all

Help me now, gotta slow down
Hear my singin' call

Hurt myself bad on a run through the desert
I threw a shoe and I had a bad fall, oh, oh

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

Help me now, gotta slow down
Hear my singin' call
Help me now, we gotta slow down
Hear my singin' call
Help me now, gotta slow down
Hear my singin' call