Kashmir

Oh, 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
To sit with elders of a gentle race this world has seldom seen
Who talk of days for which they sit and wait
When all will be revealed

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

Oooh, I’ve been flyin’, ain’t no denyin’
I’ve been flyin’, 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 wasted land
Tryin’ to find, tryin’ to find where I’ve been

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place with yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that blows 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
Along the straits of fear.

Oh, when I’m on, when I’m on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way you stay, yeah-eah
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I’m down, oh
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I’m down, so down…
Ooh, my baby, ooh, my baby, let me take you there…
Let me take you there, let me take you there…

Songwriters: James Patrick Page, John Bonham, Robert Anthony Plant
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