Sandwish

“All day I’ve faced, the barren waste,
without a taste of…

Can you see that big green tree,
Where the sandwish’s running free,
And it’s waiting there for you and me?”

I do Cool Water with the organ, and it’s a great favourite, but the other day I made the mistake of introducing the mirage song as a possible gloss on Psalms 42:1: “As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.” Afterwards a clergyman came up to me and said, “The problem with you atheists is that you are stricken by paranoia and see God everywhere.”

Here, to give Hank Williams a rest, are The Sons Of The Pioneers with their 1947 hit version:

(H/t CH)

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