paroles de chanson The Shifting, Whispering Sands, Pt. II - Johnny Cash

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 settlers 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 buckboard)
(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)