作曲：V C Gilbert+Mary Margaret Handler

Listen to the age old story of

The shifting whispering sands

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

Oh 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

How they found the ancient miner

Lying dead upon the sand

After months they could but wonder

If he died by human hands

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

And his secret still is hidden

Of the shifting whispering sands

This is what they whispered to me

Way out on that quiet desert air

Of the people and the cattle

And that miner lying there

If you want to learn his 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