Kashmir

O father
O father of the four winds
Set my sails
Across the sea of years
With no provision
But an open face
Along the straits
Along the straits
Of fear
Of fear

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
And all will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace
Whose sounds caress my ear

But not a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear

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 where I have been

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream
Here the path that led me to that place
Like mellow desert dream

My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon
Will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June
When moving through Kashmir (when moving through Kashmir)
When moving through Kashmir

When I'm on
When I'm on my way, yeah
When I see
When I see the way
You stay, yeah

When I'm down
Baby, when I'm down
I'm so down
Let me take
Let me take you there
Let me take
Let me take you there