(Listen to the age old story)
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(Of the shifting, whispering sand)
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Yes, it always whispers to me
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Of the days of long ago
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When the settlers and the miners
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Fought the crafty Navajo
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How the cattle roamed the valley
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Happy people worked the land
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And now everything is covered
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By the shifting, whispering sands
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How the miner left his buckboards
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Went to work his claims that day
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And the burro's broke their halters
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When they thought he'd gone to stay
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How they found the ancient miner
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Lyin' dead upon the sand
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After months they could but wonder
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If he died by human hands
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So they dug his grave and laid him
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On his back and crossed his hands
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And his secret still is hidden
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By the shifting, whispering sands
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This is what they whispered to me
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Way out on that quiet desert air
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Of the people and the cattle
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And that miner lying there
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If you want to learn his secret
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Wander through this quiet land
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And I'm sure you'll hear the story
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Of the shifting, whispering sands
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(The shifting, whispering sands)
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The Shifting, Whispering Sands
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| Rusty Draper |
