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
When 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
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, baby, baby I've been flying
Oh, yeah
Slowly dying
Slowly dying, yeah
Ain't no denying
Ain't no denying
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, trying to find where I've been
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream
I hid 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
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah
Oh, when I'm on
When I'm on my way, yeah
When I see
When I see the way, you stay, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah
When I'm down, down, down
Oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah
When I'm down, down, down, down
Oh, I'm on my way
Hey baby, come on baby
Pretty baby
Hey baby, pretty baby
Come on baby
Hey baby, come on baby
Pretty baby
Hey baby, come on baby
Pretty baby
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
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
When 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
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, baby, baby I've been flying
Oh, yeah
Slowly dying
Slowly dying, yeah
Ain't no denying
Ain't no denying
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, trying to find where I've been
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream
I hid 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
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah
Oh, when I'm on
When I'm on my way, yeah
When I see
When I see the way, you stay, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah
When I'm down, down, down
Oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah
When I'm down, down, down, down
Oh, I'm on my way
Hey baby, come on baby
Pretty baby
Hey baby, pretty baby
Come on baby
Hey baby, come on baby
Pretty baby
Hey baby, come on baby
Pretty baby
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
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Writer(s): Robert Anthony Plant, John Bonham, Jimmy Page
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