Kashmir

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face

With 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 a gentle race

This world has seldom seen

They talk of days for which they sit and wait

When all will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace

Sounds caress my ear

Though not a word I heard could I relate

The story was quite clear, oh—oh

Oh-oh