I discovered the valley of the shifting whispering sands While prospecting a western a western State I saw the silent windmills the crumbling water tanks The bones of the cattle picked clean by buzzards bleached by the desert sun I stumbled over a crumbling buckboard nearly covered by the sand And stopping to rest I heard a tinkling whispering sound And suddenly realized that even though the wind was quiet the sand did not lie still I seemed to be surrounded by a mystery so heavy and oppresive I could scarcely breathe For weeks I wandered aimlessly in the valley seeking answers to the many qustetions That raced through my mind Where was everyone why the white bones the dry wells the barren valley Where people must have lived and died I sat down and buried my face in my hands and resting I learned the secret of the shifting whispering sands How I managed to escape from the valley I don't know But now to pay my debt for being saved I must tell you what I learned out on the desert so many years ago
(When the day is hardly quiet and the breeze seems not to blow One would think the sand was resting but you'll find this is not so It is whispering softly whispering as it slowly moves along And for those who stop and listen it will sing this mournful song Oh sidewinders and the horn toe on the thorny chaparral In the sunny days and moonlight nights the lonely coyotes yell) How the stars seem they could touch you as you lay and gaze on high At the heavens where you're hoping you'll be going when you die
