mossy davidson - alaska

From the album: North Wind Calling, 1977. Coyotes Cry Hear coyotes cry He dont care bout you or I When hes loping high in the mountains In the moonlight When the shadows fall Then he starts to call and it echoes Down de canyon walls, down the valley Through my window. Just like a longing his voice appears Just like a memory it goes Just like a dream, or a fantasy Lord knows, hes so hard to find. Guess Ill never know why I love him so Sometimes I wonder If I call to him will he answer, If hes really there