All day I face

The barren waste

Without the taste

Of water.

Cool Water.



Dan and I,

With throats burned dry

And souls that cry

For water.

Cool, clear water.



The nights are cool,

And I'm a fool.

Each stars a pool

Of water.

Cool, clear water.



And 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, clear water.



And way up there

He'll hear our prayer

And show us where

There's water.

Cool, clear water.



Keep moving Dan.

Don't you listen to him Dan.

He's the devil not a man.

He spreads the burning sands

With Water.



Say, Dan can't you see

That big green tree

Where the water's running free?

It's waiting there for you and me.



And water

Cool, clear water.



Dan's feet are sore.

He's yearning for

Just one thing more

Than water.

Cool, clear water.



Like me I guess

He'd like to rest

Where there's no quest

For water.

Cool, clear water.

Writer : BOB NOLAN
Copyright : Lyrics © THE SONGWRITERS GUILD OF AMERICA