All day I’ve faced 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, clear water
CHORUS:
Keep a-movin', Dan, don’t you listen to him, Dan
He’s a devil not a man
And he spreads the burning sand with water
Dan can you see that big green tree
Where the water’s runnin' free
And it’s waiting there for you and me The nights are cool and I’m a fool
Each star’s a pool of water, cool water
But with the dawn I’ll wake and yawn
And carry on to water, cool, clear, 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, clear, 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, clear, water
This was one of the few songs that my middle sister could sing the melody unsupported, while our oldest sister and I sang low and high harmony. We sang this for Daddy when he was in the ICU. All the other families came out of their rooms and listened to us. We did that again for him just before he died. Today is the anniversary of his death. I miss my dad.
My dad back in the 40’s in San Fernando Valley used to go across to Roy Rogers place and have oatmeal for breakfast and ride horses. They were very nice people. My grandpa and Gene Audtrey used to hunt cat on horseback there too. Hard to believe nowadays down there. For the uninitiated that means mountain lion