Kashmir (Live)

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.

Who 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.

Whoa-oh-hoh

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

Oooh, oh, baby, I've been flyin'

No, yeah, mama cares, ain't no denyin'

Oh, oooh yeah, I've been flyin'

Mama My, ain't no denyin', no denyin', no...

Oh, all I see turns to brown

As the sun burns the ground.

And my eyes fill with sand

As I scan this wasted land.

Tryin' to find, tryin' to find where I've been, ah-ah, ah-ah...

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace

like thoughts inside a dream.

Heed the path that led me to that place with yellow desert stream.

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

Sure as the dust that blows 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.

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

Whoa-oh-hoh, oh, ohh

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

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

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

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

Ooh, my baby, ooh, my baby, let me take you there...

Oh, oh, come on, come on, oh, let me take you there...

Let me take you there, woo, yeah-yeah, woo, yeah-yeah

Let me take you there...