Written by: Bob Nolan 1936
All day I faced the barren waste
Without the taste of water….. cool water.
Old Dan and I with throats burnt dry
And souls that cry for water
Cool, clear, water.
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 shadow’s sway and seem to say
“Tonight we pray for water”…cool water
And way up there He’ll hear our prayer
and show us were 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
Cool, clear water.
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.
Oh Dan, can you see that big, green tree,
where the waters running free and its waiting there for you and me?
Listen to The Sons of the Pioneers sing “Cool Water” below.