Kashmir
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
They talk of days for which they sit and wait
When all will be revealed.
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace,
Whose sounds caress my ear
Though not a word I heard could I relate,
The story was quite clear
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh, oh-oh.
Ooh, baby, I've been flyin'
Noooo-yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin'
Oh, ooh, yeah, I've been flyin'
Ma-ma-ma, ain't no denyin', no denyin', yeah.
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 been.
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream
Heed 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 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, oh, oh.
Oh, 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
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
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah...
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
They talk of days for which they sit and wait
When all will be revealed.
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace,
Whose sounds caress my ear
Though not a word I heard could I relate,
The story was quite clear
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh, oh-oh.
Ooh, baby, I've been flyin'
Noooo-yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin'
Oh, ooh, yeah, I've been flyin'
Ma-ma-ma, ain't no denyin', no denyin', yeah.
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 been.
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream
Heed 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 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, oh, oh.
Oh, 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
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
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah...
Credits
Writer(s): James Patrick (jimmy) Page, Robert Plant, John Bonham
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