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Kashmir
Page & Plant
Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
Stars to fill my dreams
I am a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been
Sit with elders of a gentle race
This world is seldom seen
Talk of days for which they sit and wait
But, all will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace
Whose sounds caress my ear
Though, by a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear
Whoa
Yes, yes
Oooh, oh baby, baby, I been cryin'
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, there's no denyin', there's no denyin'
Oooh yes, baby baby, I've been flyin', oh yeah
Lord, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin', no denyin'
Here's another one to ya
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 now, where I been, yeah
Pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream
Who heed the path that led me to that place
Yellow desert screen
My ShangriI will return again
Sure as the dust that floats 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
'Long the straits of fear
WhaWhoa
Well, when I want, baby, when I'm on my way, yeah
When I see, baby, when I see the way you stay, yeah
Well I'm down, when I'm near
Please, please, tell me where I've been
OhOh
Whooooooo, yeahWhoo, yeah, I can take you there, take you there
Oh, my baby, ooh my baby, let me take you there, oh-oh
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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