Kashmir

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face

With stars to fill my dream

I am a traveller of both time and space

To be where I have been

Sit with elders of the gentle race

This world has seldom seen

Talk of days for which they sit and wait

And all will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace

Sounds caress my ear

But not a word I heard could I relate

The story was quite clear

All I see turns to brown

As the sun burns the ground

And my eyes fill with sand

As I scan this wasted land

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace

Like thoughts inside a dream

Heed the path that led me to this place

Yellow desert stream