Kashmir -- Jimmy Page/Robert Plant

(Poem #128)Kashmir Whoa, let the sun beat down upon my face And stars to fill my dream I am a traveler of both time and space To be where I have been T’ sit with elders of the gentle race This world has seldom seen Th’ talk of days for which they sit and wait All will be revealed Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace Whose sounds caress my ear But not a word I heard could I relate The story was quite clear Whoa-hoh, whoa-wa-oh Oooh, oh baby, I been flyin’ Lord, yeah, mama, there ain’t no denyin’ Oh, oooh yes, I’ve been flying Mama, mama, ain’t no denyin’, no denyin’ 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 I beeeeeuhoaoh 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 Will return again Sure as the dust that floats b’hind you 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 ‘Long the straits of fear Whaoh, whaoh Whaoh-oh, oh Ohhhh Well, when I want, when I’m on my way, yeah When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I’m down, yes Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I’m down, so down Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there Oh, oh, come on, come on Oh, let me take you there Let me take you there Whoo-ooh, yeah-yeah, whoo-ooh, yeah-yeah, let me take you -- Jimmy Page/Robert Plant