Kashmir

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face

And stars to fill my dream

I am a traveller of both time and space

To be where I have been

To sit with elders of a gentle race

This world just seldom see

They talk of days for which they sit and wait

All will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace

Sounds caress my ear

Not a word I heard could I relate

The story was quite clear

Whoa-oh, oh-oh

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

Oh, baby, I've been flyin'

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

Ow, ooh, yeah, I've been flyin'

Mama, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin'

Oh, all I see turns to brown

As the sun burns the ground

And my eye fills with sand

As I scan this wasted land

Try to find, try to find where I've been, oh

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace

Like thoughts inside a dream

Here's 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 moving 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-oh

Oh

Oh

Whoa, when I'm on

When I'm on my way, yeah

When I see

When I see the way you stay, yeah

Ooh-ooh, yeah-yeah

Ooh-ooh, yeah-yeah

But I'm down, so down

Ooh, my baby

Ooh, my baby, let me take you there

Whoa, yeah