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