The shifting, whispering sand
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Listen to the age old story of the shifting, whispering sand
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They always whispers to me of the days of long ago
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Of the settlers and the miners and the crafty Navajo
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How the cattle roamed the valley, happy people worked the land
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Now everything is covered by the shifting, whispering sand
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The miner left his buckboards, went to work his claims that day
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And the burrows broke their halters when they thought he'd gone to stay
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How they found the ancient miner lying dead upon the sand
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For months they could but wonder did he died by human hand
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So they dug his grave and laid him on his back and crossed his hands
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And his secret still is hidden by the shifting whispering sands
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And his secret still is hidden by the shifting whispering sands
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This is what they whispered to me, way on that quiet desert air
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Of the people and the cattle and that miner lyin' there
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If you want to learn the secret, wander through this quiet land
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And I'm sure you'll hear the story of the shifting, whispering sands
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And I'm sure you'll hear the story of the shifting, whispering sands
SONG WITH LORNE GREEN
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