The Shifting Whispering Sands - Sheb Wooley
Oh the sand is softly whispering
As it slowly moves along
And for those who stop
And listen it will sing this mournful song
Yes it always whispers to me of the days of long ago
When the settlers and the miners
Fought the crafty Navajo
How the cattle roamed
The valley happy people worked the land
And now everything is covered
By the shifting whispering sand
How the miner left his buckboard
Went to work his claim that day
And the burros broke their halters
When they thought he'd gone to stay
How they found the aged miner
Lying dead upon the sand
And after months they could
But wonder if he'd died by human hand
So they dug his grave and laid him on his back
And crossed his hands
And his secret still is hidden
By the shifting whispering sands
This is what they always whisper to me
Way out on that quiet desert air
Of the people and the cattle
And that miner lying there
If you want to learn the secret wander
Through this quiet land
And I'm sure you'll hear
The story of the shifting whispering sands
Shifting whispering sands
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