The Shifting, Whispering Sands Part II (Cash Johnny)

Listen to the angel's story of the Shifting, Whispering Sands 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