| All day I’ve faced a barren waste
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| Without the taste of water cool water
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| Old Dan and I with throats burnt dry
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| And souls that cry for water cool clear water
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| The nights are cool and I’m a fool
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| Each star’s a pool of water cool water
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| But with the dawn I’ll wake and yawn
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| And carry on to water cool clear water
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| Keep a movin' Dan
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| Don’t you listen to him Dan
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| He’s a devil not a man
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| And he spreads the burning sand with water
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| Oh Dan, can you see that big green tree
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| Where the water’s running free
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| And it’s waiting there
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| For you and me. |
| (water.)
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| The shadows sway and seem to say
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| Tonight we pray for water cool water
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| And way up there he’ll hear our prayer
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| And show us where there’s water, cool clear water
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| Dan’s feet are sore he’s yearnin' for
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| Just one thing more than water cool water
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| Like me I guess he’d like to rest
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| Where there’s no quest of water, cool clear water
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| (Keep a movin' Dan
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| Don’t you listen to him Dan
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| He’s a devil not a man
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| And he spreads the burning sand with water.)
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| Oh Dan, can you see that big green tree
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| Where the water’s running free
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| And it’s waiting there
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| For you and me. |
| (cool clear water…) |