When I was a little boy I never ever learnt to read
But we lived in the wilderness and there really wasn't a need
But my father said "Son you must look."
All around you there's a beautiful book
And it's yours for the reading
If only you can listen to me
Yeah he said

You can hear it on the wind
Smell it on the breeze
See it on the grass and the twigs of the trees
And all over this beautiful land
Wherever you look there's a story in the sand

He said son when you're dragging
Try to walk into the wind
Keep your nose up
Be weary of the scents that crept in

Zebra and old Buffalo
And elephant's smell you will know
But always remember that they can also smell you
Yes he said

You can hear it on the wind
Smell it on the breeze
See it on the grass and the twigs of the trees
And all over this beautiful land
Wherever you look there's a story in the sand

He told me not only to listen for a movement and sounds
But also to watch for the droppings that fall to the ground
He said "Son you must see if they're fresh"
And then you will have a good guess
To know when the one you are following has passed by

Walk with care, never upon dry leaves
Who goes there, it's easy to be deceived
Spoor of a Zebra looks just like a Donkey
Buffalo looks like a cow
Sometimes a Bush baby looks like a Monkey
You gotta be careful now

He taught me to look at the grains of sand in the track
He taught me to look at the grass that had not sprung back
He taught me to look at the dew
To see if the trail was quite new
He taught me to read
The beautiful book of the wild yes

He said hear it on the wind
Smell it on the breeze
See it on the grass and the twigs of the trees
And all over this beautiful land
Wherever you look there's a story in the sand
Wherever you look there's a story in the sand
Wherever you look there's a story in the sand