Shifting Whispering Sands [Romanian translation]

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

How the miner left his buckboard

Went to work his claim that day

And the burros broke their halters

When they thought he'd gone to stay

How they found the aged 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

This is what they whispered to me

On that quiet desert air

Of the people and the cattle

And that miner lying there

If you want to learn their secret

Wander through this quiet land

And I'm sure you'll hear the story

Of the shifting, whispering sands

Shifting, whispering sands…

• Artist:Sons of the Pioneers