The Shifting, Whispering Sands - текст песни
The Shifting, Whispering Sands
(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
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