Oh,father...the father of the four winds
fill my sails,across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face
along the straits...along the straits of fear,of fear..
Oh let the sun beat down upon my face (and stars to fill my dream)
lam 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 and all will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of fitting grace (whose sounds caress my ear)
But not a wordI heard could I relate(the story was quite clear)
All Isee turns to brown
As the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand
As I scan this wasted l and
Trying 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 (yellow desert stream)
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon (I will return again)
Sure as the dust that floats high in June when movin' through Kashmir (when
movin' through Kashmir)
when movin' through Kashmir
When I'm on
when I'm on my way
yeah
WhenI see
when I see the way
you stay-yeah
When I'm down,baby
when I'm down
I'm so done
let me take,let me take
you there
Let me take,let me take you there
