Kashmir

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
And stars to fill my dream
I am the 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
And all will be revealed

Talk in 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, yeah, baby, I've been blind
Oh, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin'
Oh, oh yeah, I've been blind
Mama, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin'

Oh, all I see turns to brown
As the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, ah
As I scan this wasted land
Try to find, try to find the way I feel

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like sorts inside a dream
Leave 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
Moving through Kashmir

Oh, father of the four winds fill my sails
Cross the sea of years
With no provision but an open face
Along the straits of fear
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Hey, when I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way you stay, yeah

Ooh, yeah yeah, ooh, yeah yeah
When I'm down
Ooh, yeah yeah, ooh, yeah yeah
When I'm down, so down
Oh, my baby, oh, my baby
Let me take you there