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

How miner left his buckboard
Went to work his claim that day

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

How they found the aged miner
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
On that quiet desert air
Of the people and the cattle
And that miner lying there

If you want to learn their secret
Wander through this quiet land

And I'm sure you'll hear the story
Of the Shifting, Whispering Sands

Shifting, Whispering Sands