Kashmir Oh let the sun beat down upon my face stars fill my dreams 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 all will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace sounds caress my ears But not a word I heard could I relay the story was quite clear Ohh
Oh oh Oh oh
Oooh baby I've been flying... No yeah mama there ain't no denyin' Oooh yeah I've been flying 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 as I scan this wasted land Tryin' to find....Tryin' to find where I've been.
Oh pilot of the storm that 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 Like 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 Ohh
When I'm on when I'm on my way yeah When I see when I see the way they 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