The Shifting Whispering Sands - Billy Vaughn And His Orchestra

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 burros 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

Way out in 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