With out the taste of wa-ter.... cool, wa-ter.
Ole Dan and I, with throats burned dry ,
And souls that cry
For wa-ter... cool, clear wa-ter.
The nights are cool and I'm a fool.
Each star's a pool of wa-ter... cool, clear wa-ter.
And with the dawn I'll wake and yawn
And car-ry on
To wa-ter... cool, clear wa-ter.
The shadows sway and seem to say
Tonight we pray for wa-ter... cool, clear wa-ter
And way up there He'll hear our prayer
And show us where
There's wa-ter... cool, clear wa-ter.
Keep a-movin' Dan. Don't you listen to him Dan.
He's the devil, not a man.
He spreads the burnin' sand with wa-ter.
Say Dan can't you see that big green tree,
Where the water's runnin' free.
It's waiting there for you and me
And wa-ter... cool, clear wa-ter.
Dan's feet are sore he's yearnin' for
Just one thing more than wa-ter... cool, clear wa-ter.
Like me I guess he'd like to rest
Where there's no quest
For wa-ter... cool, clear wa-ter.