Intro:

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G
       I discovered the valley of the shifting, whispering sands

While prospecting in a western state.
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I saw the silent windmills, the crumbling water tanks,

The bones of the cattle picked clean by buzzards, bleached by the desert sun.
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I stumbled over a crumbling buckboard nearly covered by the sand.

And stopping to rest, I heard a tinkling, whispering sound,
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And suddenly realized that even though the wind was quiet,
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The sand did not lie still.

I seemed to be surrounded by a mystery
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So heavy and oppresive      I could scarcely breathe.
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For weeks I wandered aimlessly       in the valley,
                                                                                         
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Seeking answers to the many questions that raced through my mind.

Where was ev'ryone? Why the white bones, the dry wells,
G
     The baron valley where the people must have lived and died?

I sat down and buried my face in my hands.
                     C
And resting,        I learned the secret of the shifting, whispering sands.

How I managed to escape from the valley, I don't know.
       G
But now to pay my debt for being saved, I must tell you

What I learned out on the desert so many years ago.

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      (When the day is hardly quiet and the breeze seems not to blow,
                                                                                         
           C
One would think the sand was resting but you'll find this is not so.
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It is whisp'ring, softly whisp'ring, as it slowly moves a-long.
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And those who stop and listen, it will sing this mournful song.
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Of side-winders and the horn toad on the thorny chaparral,
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In the sunny days and the moonlight nights, the lonely coyotes yell.)

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How the stars seem they could touch you as you lay and gaze on high
                                                                                         
          C
At the heavens where you're hoping you'll be going when you die.



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