The Shifting, Whispering Sands, Part II - Johnny Cash

Yes they always whisper to me

Of the days of long ago

When the settler 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 buck board

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 is still 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