All day I face the barren waste without the taste of water,
Old Dan and I with throats burned dry and souls that cry for water,
The night are cool and I'm a fool each stars a pool of water,
But with the dawn I'll wake and yawn and carry on to 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,
And way up there He'll hear our prayer and show us where there's water,
Dan's feet are sore he's yearning for just one thing more than water,
Like me, I guess, he'd like to rest where there's no quest for water,