Kashmir (Remaster)

Oh, let the Sun beat down upon my face

With stars to fill my dreams

I am a traveler of both time and space

To be where I have been

Sit with elders of the gentle race

This world has seldom seen

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

Oh, oh

Oh, baby, I've been flying

No, yeah, mama, there ain't no denying

Oh, oh, yeah, I've been flying

Mama, mama, ain't no denying, no denying

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've been

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace

Like thoughts inside a dream

Here is 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 no

Oh, when I'm on

When I'm on my way, yeah

When I see

When I see the way, you'll stay, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah, when I'm down

Oh, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah, but I'm down, so down

Oh, my baby

Oh, my baby, let me take you there

Oh, come on, come on, oh

Let me take you there, let me take you there

Oh, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah