(listen to the age old story of

the shifting, whispering sand)



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



Oh the miner left his buckboards

When he worked his claims that day

And the burro's broke their halters

When they thought he'd gone to stay

How they found the ancient miner

Lyin dead upon the sand

For months they could but wonder

If he died by human hands



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

Way out in the quiet desert air

Of the people and the cattle

And that miner lying there



If you want to learn his secret

Wander through this quiet land

And I'm sure you'll hear the story

Of the shifting, whispering sand

The shifting, whispering sand