"Death Valley" lyrics
Riding through Death Valley, turning back the time
To the days of long ago in 1849
I hear the wind a-whispering, it sounds like the breath
Of the ones who died before me in the Valley of Death
See the sun a-shining, sand so hot and dry
See the covered wagons that brought them here to die
Now I hear the whisper of each fatal breath
Of the ones who came before me to the Valley of Death
Hear the wheels a-rolling, wagons headed west
They've found their final resting place in the Valley of Death
I hear the wind a-whispering, it sounds like the breath
Of the ones who died before me in the Valley of Death
See the sun a-shining, sand so hot and dry
I see the covered wagons that brought them here to die
Now I hear the whisper of each fatal breath
Of the ones who came before me to the Valley of Death
To the days of long ago in 1849
I hear the wind a-whispering, it sounds like the breath
Of the ones who died before me in the Valley of Death
See the sun a-shining, sand so hot and dry
See the covered wagons that brought them here to die
Now I hear the whisper of each fatal breath
Of the ones who came before me to the Valley of Death
Hear the wheels a-rolling, wagons headed west
They've found their final resting place in the Valley of Death
I hear the wind a-whispering, it sounds like the breath
Of the ones who died before me in the Valley of Death
See the sun a-shining, sand so hot and dry
I see the covered wagons that brought them here to die
Now I hear the whisper of each fatal breath
Of the ones who came before me to the Valley of Death
