Kashmir

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
And stars fill my dream
I’m a traveller of both time and space
To be where I have been
Sit with elders
        of the gentle race
Whose world has seldom seen
Talk of days for which
        they sit and wait
All will be revealed

Talk is song from tongues of lilting grace
Sounds caress my ear
And not a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear

Ooh, baby, I’ve been blind
Oh, yeah, mama, baby, ain’t no denyin’
Oh, ooh yes, I’m blind 
Mama, mama, 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 razon line
Can I find, can I find where I’ve been

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 screen

Like Shangri-la beneath the summer moon
I will return again
And as the dust that floats finds you
Will move and search Kashmir 

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails
Cross the sea of years
With no provision but an open face
Longs the straits of fears

Oh, when I want, when I’m on my way, yeah
And my feet wear
        my fickle way to stay
Ooh, yeah yeah, ooh, yeah yeah, but I’m down
Ooh, yeah yeah, ooh, yeah yeah, but I’m down
               so down
Ooh, my baby, ooh, my baby
Let me take you there
Come on, oh, let me take you there
Let me take you there