Lyrics

[Intro] Listen to the age old story of the shifting, whispering sands [Verse] 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 sands How the miner left his buckboard Went to work his claim that day And the burrows broke their halters When they thought he'd gonе to stay How they found the aged minеr Lying dead upon the sand After months, they could but wonder If he 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 whispered to me On that quiet desert air "Of the people and the cattle And that miner lying there If you want to learn their secrets Wander through this quiet land And I'm sure you'll hear the story Of the shifting, whispering sands" [Outro] Shifting, whispering sands