Kashmir

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face And stars to fill my dream I am the 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 in 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, yeah, baby, I've been blind Oh, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin' Oh, oh yeah, I've been blind Mama, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin' Oh, all I see turns to brown As the sun burns the ground And my eyes fill with sand, ah As I scan this wasted land Try to find, try to find the way I feel Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace Like sorts inside a dream Leave 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 Moving through Kashmir Oh, father of the four winds fill my sails Cross the sea of years With no provision but an open face Along the straits of fear Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Hey, 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 Oh, my baby, oh, my baby Let me take you there