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 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

Oh, oh, oh, I been flying... mama,

There ain't no denyin'

I've been flying, ain't no denyin',

No denyin'

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 where I've been

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace,

Like thoughts inside a dream

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 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

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...

Oh, yeah-yeah, oh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down

Oh, my baby, oh, my baby, let me take you there

Let me take you there, let me take you there