Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face And stars fill my dream I'm a traveller 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 in song from tongues of lilting grace Sounds caress my ear And not a word I heard could I relate The story was quite clear
Ooh, baby, I been blind Oh, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin' Oh, ooh yes, I been blind Mama, mama, 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 razor line Can I find, can I find where I've been
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace Like sorts inside a dream Leave the path the led me to that place Yellow desert stream Like Shangri-la beneath the summer moon I will return again As the dust that floats finds you Will move and search Kashmir
Oh, father of the four winds fill my sails Cross the sea of years