Kashmir

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face

Stars to fill my dreams

I am a traveler of both time and space

To be where I have been

Secret elders of the gentle race

This world is seldom seen

They talk of days for which they sit and wait

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

Woah, woah

Ooh, oh baby I been flying

Lord yeah mama, there ain't no denyin'

Oh, ooh yes, I've been flying

Mama ma, 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 as I scan this wasted land

Trying to find, trying to find where I 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 screen

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

'Long the straits of fear

Woah, woah, woah

Oh

Well, when I want

When I'm on my way, yeah

When I see

When I see the way, you stay, yeah

Ooh, yeah yeah, ooh, yeah yeah, well I'm down, yes

Ooh, yeah yeah, ooh, yeah yeah, well I'm down, so down

Ooh, my baby, ooh, my baby, let me take you there

Oh oh, come on, come on

Oh, let me take you there

Let me take you there

Ooh, yeah yeah, ooh, yeah yeah