Listen to the age old story of
The shifting, whispering sands


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


Oh, the miner left his buckboards
Went to work his claims that day

And the burros broke their halters
When they thought he'd gone to stay


How they found the ancient miner
Lying dead upon the sand
After 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 on that 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 sands

The shifting, whispering sands