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5 Sep '55 Seller


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

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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


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