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 When all will be revealed Talk and 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, baby, baby I've been flying Oh, yeah Slowly dying Slowly dying, yeah Ain't no denying Ain't no denying 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, trying to find where I've been Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace Like thoughts inside a dream I 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 moving 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, oh, oh, oh Yeah 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, down, down Oh, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah When I'm down, down, down, down Oh, I'm on my way Hey baby, come on baby Pretty baby Hey baby, pretty baby Come on baby Hey baby, come on baby Pretty baby Hey baby, come on baby Pretty baby I'm on my way I'm on my way