{"id":14007,"date":"2022-10-03T03:15:52","date_gmt":"2022-10-03T03:15:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/?p=14007"},"modified":"2025-08-20T17:30:19","modified_gmt":"2025-08-20T17:30:19","slug":"whispering-sands","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/whispering-sands\/","title":{"rendered":"Shifting, Whispering Sands"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">KEY OF C &#8211; SONS OF THE PIONEERS<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">When the day is oddly quiet and the breeze seems not to blow<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">One would think the sand was resting, but you&#8217;ll find this is not so<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">It is whisp&#8217;ring, softly whisp&#8217;ring, as it slowly moves along<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">And for those who stop and listen it will sing this mournful song<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">Of sidewinders and the horntoads, of the thorny Chaparral<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">In the sunny days and moonlight nights, the coyote&#8217;s lonely yell<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">How the stars seem you could touch them as you lay and gaze on high<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">At the heavens where we&#8217;re hoping we&#8217;ll be going when we die<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">&#8211;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">Yes, it always whispers to me of the days of long ago<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">When the settlers and the miners fought the crafty Navajo<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">How the cattle roamed the valley, happy people worked the land<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">And now everything is covered by the shifting whispering sands<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">How the miner left his buckboard, went to work his claims that day<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">And the burros broke their halters when they thought he&#8217;d gone to stay<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">Wandered far in search of water, on to Old Sidewinder&#8217;s Well<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">And there, their bones picked clean by buzzards<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">That were circling when they fell<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">&#8211;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">How they found the ancient miner lying dead upon the sand<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">After months they could but wonder if he died by human hand<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">So they dug his grave and laid him on his back and crossed his hands<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">And his secret still is hidden by the shifting whispering sands<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">This is what they whispered to me on the quiet desert air<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">Of the people, and the cattle, and the miner lying there<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">If you want to learn their secret, wander through this quiet land<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">And I&#8217;m sure you&#8217;ll hear the story of the shifting, whispering sands<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;\">Shifting whispering sands<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>KEY OF C &#8211; SONS OF THE PIONEERS When the day is oddly quiet and the breeze seems not to blow One would think the sand was resting, but you&#8217;ll find this is not so It is whisp&#8217;ring, softly whisp&#8217;ring, as it slowly moves along And for those who stop &hellip; <span class=\"more-button\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/whispering-sands\/\" class=\"more-link\">CLICK TO VIEW SONG<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Shifting, Whispering Sands<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13,116,117],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14007","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-x-bill-chase","category-live-baritone","category-live-piano"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14007","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14007"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14007\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14007"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14007"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14007"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}