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THE SHIFTING WHISPERING SANDS (Jack Gilbert / Mary Hadler) Recorded by : Eamonn Andrews; Johnny Cash; Frank Chacksfield & His Orch.; Rusty Draper; Jim Reeves; The Sons Of The Pioneers; Billy Vaughn & His Orch.; Sheb Wooley. I discovered the valley of the shifting, whispering sands While prospecting for gold in one of our western States I saw the silent windmills, the crumbling water tanks The bones of cattle and burros, picked clean by buzzards Bleached by the desert suns I stumbled over a crumbling buckboard nearly covered by the sands And stopping to rest, I heard a tinkling, whispering sound Then suddenly realized that even though the wind was quiet The sand did not lie still I seemed to be surround by a mystery So heavy and oppressive I could scarcely breath For days and weeks I wandered aimlessly in this valley Seeking answers to the many questions That raced through my fevered mind Where was everyone Why the white bones The dry wells The barren valley where people must have lived and died Finally I could go no farther My food and water gone I sat down and buried my face in my hands And resting thus, I learned the secret Of the Shifting, whispering sands How I managed to escape from the valley I do not know But now to pay my final debt for being spared I must tell you what I learned out on the desert So many years ago When the day is awfully quiet And the breeze seems not to blow One would think the sand was resting But you'll find this is not so It is whispering, softly whispering As it slowly moves along And for those who stop and listen It will sing this mournful song Of sidewinders and the horn toads Of the thorny chaparral Endless sunny days and moonlit nights The coyotes lonely yell Of the stars seem you could tough them As you lay and gaze on high At the heavens where we're hoping We'll be going when we die 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 the miner left his buckboards Went to work his claims that day And the burro's broke their halters When they thought he'd gone to stay Wandered far in search of water On to old sidewinder's well And there, their bones picked clean by buzzards That were circling when they fell How they found the ancient miner Lying dead upon the sand After months they could but wonder If he died by human hand 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 the quiet desert air Of the people and the cattle And the 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 (Transcribed by Merry)


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