Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face, stars fill my dreams I am 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, all will be revealed Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, sounds caress my ears But not a word I heard could I relay, the story was quite clear [...] 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 Tryin to find....Tryin to find where Ive been. Oh, pilot of the storm that 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 Like 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
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 16:33:15 +0000
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