Kashmir

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream 

I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been 

To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen

They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed 



Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear 

But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear 

Oh, oh. 



Oh, I been flying... mama, there ain't no denyin' 

I've been flying, ain't no denyin', no denyin' 



All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground 

And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land 

Trying to find, trying to find where I've been. 



Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream 

Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream 

My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again 

Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir. 



Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years 

With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear 

Ohh. 



When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah 

When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah 



Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down... 

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down 

Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there 



Let me take you there. Let me take you there