| (listen to the age old story of
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| The shifting, whispering sand)
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| Yes it always whispers to me
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| Of the days of long ago
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| When the settlers and the miners
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| Fought the crafty Navajo
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| How the cattle roamed the valley
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| Happy people worked the land
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| And now everything is covered
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| By the shifting, whispering sand
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| Oh the miner left his buckboards
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| When he worked his claims that day
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| And the burro’s broke their halters
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| When they thought he’d gone to stay
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| How they found the ancient miner
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| Lyin dead upon the sand
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| For months they could but wonder
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| If he died by human hands
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| So they dug his grave and laid him
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| On his back and crossed his hands
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| And his secret still is hidden
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| By the shifting, whispering sands
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| This is what they whispered to me
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| Way out in the quiet desert air
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| Of the people and the cattle
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| And that miner lying there
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| If you want to learn his secret
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| Wander through this quiet land
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| And I’m sure you’ll hear the story
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| Of the shifting, whispering sand
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| The shifting, whispering sand |