All day I face, the barren waste, without the taste, of water,
Cool water.
Old Dan and I, with throats burned dry, and souls that cry, for water,
Cool water.
The night are cool, and I'm a fool, each stars a pool, of water,
Cool water.
But with the dawn, I'll wake and yawn, and carry on, to water,
Cool water.
Keep a movin' Dan, don't you listen to him Dan, he's a devil not a man,
and he spreads the burnin' sand, with water.
Dan can't you see, that big green tree, where the waters runnin' free,
and it's waiting there for me, and you.
Water, cool water.
The shadows sway, and seem to say, tonight we pray, for water,
Cool water.
And way up there, He'll hear our prayer, and show us where, there's water,
Cool Water.
Dan's feet are sore, he's yearning for, just one thing more, than water,
Cool water.
Like me, I guess, he'd like to rest, where there's no quest, for water,
Cool, (water) clear, (water) water (water).
Water
____________________________ Sons of the Pioneers
Last edited by themilum; 02/21/06 11:54 PM.
