all day i face the barren waste without the taste of water cool water old dan and i with throats burned dry and souls that cry for water cool water the night are cool and i m a fool each stars a pool of water cool water but with the dawn i ll wake and yawn and carry on to water cool 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 cool water and way up there he ll hear our prayer and show us where there s water cool water dan s feet are sore he s yearning for just one thing more than water cool water like me i guess he d like to rest where there s no quest for water cool water