All day I've faced the bar - ren waste 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 sha - dows sway and seem to say To- night 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.