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
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 strait's of fear ohh

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, well I'm down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby
Let me take you there

Let me take you there let me take you there