(listen to the age old story of the shifting whispering sands)

Yes they always whisper to me of the days of long ago
When the settlers and the miner fought the crafty navajo
How the cattle roamed the valley happy people worked the land
Now everything is covered by the shifting whispering sands

(A miner left his buckboard went to work his claim that day)
And the burrows broke their halters
When they thought he'd gone to stay
How they found that ancient miner lying dead upon the sands
And for months they could but wonder
Did he die by human hands

So they dug his grave and laid him on his back
And crossed his hands
And his secret still is covered by the shifting whispering sands
(and his secret still is hidden by the shifting whispering sands)

This is what they always whisper to me out
On the quiet desert air
Of the people and the cattle and that miner lying there
So if you want to learn the secret wander through this quiet land
And I'm sure you'll hear the story of the shifting whispering sands
(and I'm sure you'll hear the story of the shifting whispering sands)