Johnny Cash Follow

I discovered the valley of the shifting, whispering sands
While prospecting in 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 oppressive
I could scarcely breathe

For weeks
I wandered aimlessly in the valley
Seeking answers to the many questions
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 sand

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