Kashmir

Let the sun beat down upon my face with stars to fill my dream
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 and all will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate the story was quite clear
I've been flying there ain't no denying
I've been flying there ain't no denying

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
Pilot of the storm who 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
Sure as the dust that floats high in June when moving through Kashmir
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
When I'm on, when I'm on my way
When I see, when I see the way, you stay
When I'm down when I'm down, so down let me take you there
Come on, come on let me take you there, let me take you there